You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.
And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.
All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.
I object to every single thing you just said.
Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.
These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.