I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.

The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.

There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel like everything, like the world, wasn't what she'd thought it was. And that was a good thing. That was the greatest thing.

She saw him after seventh hour in a place she'd never seen him before, carrying a microscope down the hall on the third floor. It was at least twice as nice as seeing him somewhere she expected him to be.

You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.

He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.

I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said. "Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.