You win when no one finds you, even if they're not looking.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

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 think I missed my window." "What window?" "My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late.

That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.