It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

That moment," she told Cath, "when you realize that a guy's looking at you differently - that you're taking up more space in his field of vision. That moment when you know he can't see past you anymore.

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

I object to every single thing you just said.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

He pulled away to say he's sorry, and she shook her head no, because even though she really want him to be sorry, she wanted to kiss him more.