He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.

If you don't want people to look at you, Park had thought at the time, don't wear fishing lures in your hair. Her jewelry box must look like a junk drawer.

This is new to us, you know? Your mother's sorry. She's sorry that she hurt your feelings, and she wants you to invite your girlfriend over for dinner." "So that she can make her feel bad and weird?" "Well she is kind of weird, isn't she?" Park didn't have the energy to be angry. He sighed and let his head fall back on the chair. His dad kept talking. "Isn't that why you like her?

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this