I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.
Rainbow RowellA landline is an anchor - busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.
Rainbow RowellAh." He set down his backpack and pulled out their notebook. "You're working on your final project?" "Indirectly," Cath said. "What does that mean?" "Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don't actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn't the object?" "No." He sat down. "Well, I'm writing everything that isn't my final project, so that when I actually sit down to write it, that's all that will be left in my mind.
Rainbow RowellHolding Eleanorโs hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how heโd gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.
Rainbow RowellItโs just โฆ everything. There are too many people. And I donโt fit in. I donโt know how to be. Nothing that Iโm good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesnโt matterโand being good with words. And when those things do matter, itโs only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.
Rainbow Rowell