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

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she'd have to say about it--how many stars she'd give it and why.

She didn't know there were things worse than selfish.

That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.