Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

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

Well,” she said. “I’m frustrated.” “Don’t make me angry-kiss you.” “Give me the laundry.” “Tempers rising, faces flushed … This is how it happens.

You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

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

Levi's eyebrows were pornographic. If Cath were making this decision just on eyebrows, she would have been "up to his room" a long time ago.