Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.

Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?

For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.

You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

I take something that happened to me in 1983, and I make it happen to somebody else in 1943. I pick my life apart that way, try to understand it better by writing straight through it.