Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!

I miss you, Eleanor. I want to be with you all the time. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, and the funniest, and everything you do surprises me. And I wish I could say that those are the reasons I like you, because that would make me sound like a really evolved human being …‘But I think it’s got as much to do with your hair being red and your hands being soft … and the fact that you smell like homemade birthday cake

Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.