Bono met his wife in high school," Park says. "So did Jerry Lee Lewis," Eleanor answers. "I’m not kidding," he says. "You should be," she says, "we’re sixteen." "What about Romeo and Juliet?" "Shallow, confused," then dead. "I love you, Park says. "Wherefore art thou," Eleanor answers. "I’m not kidding," he says. "You should be.

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy.

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.

I didn't know someone could love me like this," she said. "Could love me and love me and love me without...needing space." Lincoln wasn't asleep. He rolled on top of her. "There's no air in space," he said.