There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel like everything, like the world, wasn't what she'd thought it was. And that was a good thing. That was the greatest thing.

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

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one - and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.

I choose you over everyone.