So...I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know,more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.

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

She was tired of being the one who cried.

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

All through first and second and third hour, Eleanor rubbed her palm. Nothing happened. How could it be possible that there were that many never ending all in one place? And were they always there, or did they just flip on wherever they felt like it? Because, if they were always there, how did she manage to turn doorknobs without fainting? Maybe this was why so many people said it felt better to drive a stick shift.