it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.

it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.

I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.