Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.

What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want?...Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can't plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don't happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you

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.

Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.