There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.

Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

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

Maybe we should go on lots of double dates,” Cath said, “and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time.” “Pfft,” Levi said, “I’m picking out my own dress.

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.