You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow—like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet—and then threw up in here.

She was tired of being the one who cried.

I wrote all four of my books at Starbucks.

Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

I don’t think there’s enough of her left.