Levi's eyebrows were pornographic. If Cath were making this decision just on eyebrows, she would have been "up to his room" a long time ago.

Agatha's mum gives me nice clothes for Christmas, and her dad talks to me about my future like I'm not going to die in a ball of fire.

He smiles, and he's made of trouble.

I like to work late because I don't like to work early—and I have to work sometime.

People who tell you that slamming and bashing into things won't make you feel better haven't slammed or bashed enough.

The front seat is for people who've never been kidnapped by bloody numpties. Jesus Christ, Baz.

The only thing she didn't like to think, about Park, was what he could possibly see in her.

Like maybe you think I'm a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and socially inept, I'm a complete disaster.

Levi lived in a house, like an adult. Cath lived in a dorm, like a young adult—like someone who was still on adulthood probation.

Sometimes, if you ignored Steve for a minute, he moved onto someone else.

If your as good as your word, words should be good enough.

A name, at last. Say it loud and there's music playing. Say it soft and it's almost like praying.

I love you. I love you more than I hate everything else.

Just when you think you're having a scene without Simon, he drops in to remind you that everyone else is a supporting character in his catastrophe.

You can tell Laura to go fuck herself. Like, to infinity and beyond. She doesn't get to move on with me. Ever.

Living is what you promise yourself you'll do after the next chapter.

I have so much I want to tell you. But time is short. And my voice doesn't carry.

Because,' he said, like both syllables hurt.

Are you sad? she asked him. Sincerely. Do you need to go home and listen to all your mixed tapes and think about this chapter of your life closing?

It doesn't matter, Reagan said. He already likes you. I think he's into the nerdy schoolgirl thing. He talks about you like you're something he found in a natural history museum.

She wouldn't be on the bus with him. She wouldn't roll her eyes at him in English. She wouldn't pick a fight with him just because she was bored. She wouldn't cry in his bedroom about the things he couldn't fix for her.

All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important.

I write laps, she said. Every morning, just to stay loose. Have.

Even now, ten states away and half done with her, this Neal still thought she was better that he deserved. More than he'd ever expected life would give him.

Dear Park, I like you so much. You have really beautiful cheeks.

I'm fine, he 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 is the horse.

Okay,' she said, and kissed him, already feeling so relieved. And feeling some sort of evolutionary satisfaction. Like she'd made the right decision picking this man; he was going to find all the best sticks for their nest and chase off all the predators.

She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies.

Cath jerked her head up to look at her. It was like looking at nobody at all. And then it was like looking at the person you expected to see comforting you when you woke up from a nightmare.

He felt himself smile. He felt like something warm had spilled in his heart.

There are only so many hours in the day, Simon. Two, three people—that's all any of us have time for.

It was sort of a metaphysical ‘that's what she said.

You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

And what does it mean to take care of power? Do you use it? Conserve it? Keep it out of the wrong hands?

Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination.

Eleanor knew that she was fat, but she didn't feel that fat. She could feel her bones and muscles just underneath all the chub, and they were big, too. Park's mom could wear Eleanor's rib cage like a roomy vest.

It's impolite to stare, you know, even at your friends.

She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.

You know my mum. ‘Information wants to be free.' ‘There's no such thing as a bad thought.' Our library is practically as big as Watford's and better stocked. If you wanted to find something dangerous in there, I'm sure you could.

Tell me more about the mountains, Georgie said, because she wasn't really sure what to ask. Because ' tell me where I went wrong' might break the spell.

I think he just gets like this sometimes. Like he needs to pull away. I think of it like winter. During winter, it isn't that the sun is gone (or cheating on you with another planet). You can still see it in the sky. It's just farther away.

I don't think there's enough of her left.

I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you.

Though it's been centuries, at least, since the Pitches ate fairies. You can't even find fairies anymore. And it isn't because we ate them all.

I object to every single thing you just said.

Shut that thing down, Nick said. You're corrupting my creative centers with static. That's what she said, Cath said, closing her laptop.

Is your leg asleep again? Troy said. I'm worried about your circulation.

Reagan was looking at Nick like she was already tying him to the railroad tracks. Wren.

Tonight it was enough to be one of them. To be someplace where he always had a spot at the table, where everybody already knew that he didn't like olives on his pizza, and they always looked happy to see him. When Lincoln realized he was rewriting the theme song to Cheers, he decided to stop thinking and just play.