Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?" Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved. She nodded her head. The right side of his mouth pulled up. "I'm rooting for you," she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear her from the bed. Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.

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

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.

He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.