You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

You don't know when you're twenty-three. You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten - in fifteen. When Georgie thought about divorce now, she imagined lying side by side with Neal on two operating tables while a team of doctors tried to unthread their vascular systems. She didn't know at twenty-three.

That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

I'd rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out of nothing.

I know that people change. I thought... I thought we're going to change together. I thought that's what it meant to be in love.