Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.

I was in my mid 20s when email finally took off. Until then, the phone was my primary way of connecting with the people in my life.

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

I'm fine," [her dad] said gently. "Back on the horse, Cath.' 'What's the horse?' she sighed, watching him pull on a South High hoodie. 'Jogging? Working too much?' 'Living,' he said, a little too loud. 'Life's the horse.

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

You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand. She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..." Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.