You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Dumb. He should have gotten the pen. Jewelry was so public... and personal, which was why he'd bought it. He couldn't buy Eleanor a pen. Or a bookmark. He didn't have bookmarklike feelings for her.

She’d majored in English, hoping that meant she could spend the next four years reading and writing. And maybe the next four years after that.

I'm sort of...coming off a bad relationship," "When did it end?" "Slightly before it started.

You don't know when you're twenty-three. You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten - in fifteen. When Georgie thought about divorce now, she imagined lying side by side with Neal on two operating tables while a team of doctors tried to unthread their vascular systems. She didn't know at twenty-three.

He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.