The worst thing about the internet, as far as Greg's bosses were concerned, was that it was now impossible to distinguish a roomful of people working diligently from a roomful of people taking the What-Kind-of-Dog-Am-I? online personality quiz

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter. “I pictured you,” he said. “I just didn’t know what you looked like. “And then, when I did know what you looked like, you looked like the girl who was all those things. You looked like the girl I loved.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!