That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow—like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet—and then threw up in here.

Or maybe, he thought now, he just didn't recognize all those other girls. The way a computer drive will spit out a disk if it doesn't recognize the formatting. When he touched Eleanor's hand, he recognized her. He knew.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

You always ask that. Why. Like there's an answer for everything. Not everybody has your life, you know, or your family. In your life, things happen for reasons. People make sense. But that's not my life. Nobody in my life makes sense.

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.