I really am happy for Kiley. And for you and every other happily married lady. Except for that I'm not happy for you. I kind of want you all to drop dead.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

I might not use capital letters. But I would definitely use an apostrophe…and probably a period. I’m a huge fan of punctuation.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you