He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

Eleanor,” he said, just because he liked saying it, “why do you like me?” “I don’t like you.” He waited. And waited… Then he started to laugh. “You’re kind of mean,” he said. “Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.