He was like a cat who pushes its head under your hands.
Under the dolls were books, a dozen or so, that her mother must have grabbed at random; she wouldn’t have known which were Eleanor’s favorites. Eleanor was glad to see Garp and Watership Down. It sucked that Oliver’s Story had made the cut, but Love Story hadn’t. And Little Men was there, but not Little Women or Jo’s Boys.
You didn’t realize how much work everyone else put into holding themselves upright until you saw Levi leaning against a wall. He looked like he was leaning on something even when he wasn’t.
She was the worst kind of out of control–the kind that thinks it’s just fine, thanks.
There are moments when you can’t believe something wonderful is happening. And there are moments when your entire consciousness is filled with knowing absolutely that something wonderful is happening. Lincoln felt like he’d dunked his head into a sink full of Pop Rocks and turned on the water.
Because they weren’t wings. They were bones and feathers and magic – and will.
You could have died. Right there. In Utah.” “You make it sound like that’s worse than regular dying.
Maybe I don’t have that sort of love in me – maybe I’m defective.
Penny says she’d like the Mage’s Men better if there were a few women among them.
Everything true was too hard to write.
He’s a hole. He’s what’s left when I’m done. And sometimes holes want to get bigger, but Baz was wrong – sometimes they just want to be filled.
There was no use telling her dad anything. Eleanor had known that for so long, she couldn’t even remember figuring it out.
Just because you love someone,” she said, “that doesn’t mean your lives will fit together.” “Nobody’s lives just fit together,” Neal said. “Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen – because you love each other.
If you broke Elena’s heart, Star Wars would spill out.
The point is – I get to do this, Seth. I get to talk to guys. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life alone?” “No. Don’t be ridiculous.” “Then back off.” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on her armrest. “Are you lonely, Georgie? Do you have needs?
It’s not fate that brings people together. It’s people!
Penny’s on the right track: We can’t lock them up, and we can’t let them go. And it’s not like I have an opportunity to convert them to rat-drinking. “Have you heard the good news about small mammals?
I think your mother has Asperger’s,” Georgie had said to Neal. “They didn’t get Asperger’s in the ’50s.” “I’m just saying maybe she’s on the spectrum.” “She’s just a math teacher.
Say something, so that I don’t feel so stupid.′ ‘Don’t feel stupid, Park,’ she said. ‘Nice.
You saved my life. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and not I’m yours.