Reagan was sitting up at Cath's desk when Cath woke up. "Are you awake?" "Have you been watching me sleep?" "Yes, Bella. Are you awake?" "No.

Nothing was dirty. With Park. Nothing could be shameful. Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.

You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.

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

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

But I saw this video, not even the whole thing, and I just knew that it was going to be my favorite song for...for the rest of my life. And it still is. It's still my favorite song... Lincoln, I said you were cute because I didn't know how to say--because I didn't think I was allowed to say--anything else. But every time I saw you, I felt like I did the first time I heard that song.

I love you more than I hate everything else.