She didn't want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

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