These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

He never hurries. He never shows his cards. He always hangs up first....Like when we first started talking on the phone, he would always be the one who got off first. When we kissed, he always pulled away first. He always kept me just on the edge of crazy. Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more....[It was] excruciating and wonderful. It feels good to want something that bad. I thought about him the way you think about dinner when you haven't eaten for a day and a half. Like you'd sell your soul for it.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.

Cath ate the banana and held on to his gaze. “I’d give you the moon right now,” she said. Levi’s eyes flashed happily, and he hitched up an eyebrow. “Yeah, but would you slay it for me?