If I had an author superpower, I would like to have the ability to stop time for everyone else. I feel like I have to disappear into myself to write books. I go away, into my head, for hours and weeks at a time, and I hate that I miss everything. It's pretty selfish to want to pause other people, isn't it?

I'd rather be broken than wasted.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

I've never loved the name "Rainbow" - it seems like a name you'd give to your stuffed unicorn - but I really like having an unusual name. It stands out. And it made me feel like it was okay to stand out. To be different.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

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

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.