Why are they doing that?” his mother said, frowning at her grandsons. The boys were sorting the casserole into piles on their plates. “Doing what?” Eve asked. “Why aren’t they eating their food?” “They don’t like it when things touch,” Eve said. “What things?” his mother asked. “Their food. They don’t like it when different foods touch or mix together.” “How do you serve dinner, in ice cube trays?

I know that people change. I thought... I thought we're going to change together. I thought that's what it meant to be in love.

She didn't know there were things worse than selfish.

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

I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me.… Cather.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.