She knew she was lovely, and she shared it like a gift. Every smile from Agatha was like waking up to a perfect sunny day. Agatha knew it. And she smiled at everyone who crossed her path, as if it were the most generous thing she could offer.

He looked like someone with a steerage ticket on the titanic. Somebody who'd be standing in line at Ellis Island. Undiluted and old-blooded. Also cute.

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

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

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