You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.

You give away nice like it doesn't cost you anything.

With Attachments, my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout.

What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want?...Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can't plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don't happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.

Bono met his wife in high school," Park says. "So did Jerry Lee Lewis," Eleanor answers. "I’m not kidding," he says. "You should be," she says, "we’re sixteen." "What about Romeo and Juliet?" "Shallow, confused," then dead. "I love you, Park says. "Wherefore art thou," Eleanor answers. "I’m not kidding," he says. "You should be.

He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.