She didn't know there were things worse than selfish.

Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

It's our last chance. No. No, I can't... I, no, I need to believe that it isn't our last chance... Eleanor? Can you hear me? I need you to believe it, too.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.

I know what it’s like to be distracted. To seek out distractions. To exhaust yourself doing every other little thing rather than face a blank page

It never occurred to me when I was young that I could be an author. That would be like saying, "I want to be a movie star" or "I want to be a wizard." I didn't have any concept of what that path would look like. Maybe that's why I didn't publish my first book until I was 38.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.