You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

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.

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.