I always get lost in the library,' he said, 'no matter how many times I go. In fact, I think I get lost there more, the more that I go. Like it's getting to know me and revealing new passages.

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.

Eleanor hadn't written him a letter. It was a postcard. GREETINGS FROM THE LAND OF 10,000 LAKES it said on the front. Park turned it over and recognized her scratchy handwriting. It filled his head with song lyrics. He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest. Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard. Just three words long.

She didn't have words for what Levi was. He was a cave painting. He was The Red Ballon. She lifted her heels and pulled him forward until his face was so close, she could look at only one of his eyes at a time. "You're magic," she said.

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

A landline is an anchor - busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.

You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.