Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

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.

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.

And sometimes you held somebody’s hand just to prove that you were still alive, and that another human being was there to testify to that fact.

You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.

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.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.