(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

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?

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.