I might not use capital letters. But I would definitely use an apostrophe…and probably a period. I’m a huge fan of punctuation.

That’s because you ooze preemptive leave-me-alone death rays.

Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.

Ah." He set down his backpack and pulled out their notebook. "You're working on your final project?" "Indirectly," Cath said. "What does that mean?" "Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don't actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn't the object?" "No." He sat down. "Well, I'm writing everything that isn't my final project, so that when I actually sit down to write it, that's all that will be left in my mind.

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.

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

Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,” Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.