Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

I really am happy for Kiley. And for you and every other happily married lady. Except for that I'm not happy for you. I kind of want you all to drop dead.

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.

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

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.

If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other’s toes, we’ll never have time to be friends.