That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.

Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

How do you not like the Internet? That's like saying, 'I don't like things that are convenient. And easy. I don't like having access to all of mankind's recorded discoveries at my fingertips. I don't like light. And knowledge.

So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.