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

What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

The idea that you're hard to love is ludicrous.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

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