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

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.

I'm afraid," Professor Piper said, "afraid that you're never going to discover what you're truly capable of. That you won't get to see-that I won't get to see-any of the wonder that's inside of you.