She was tired of being the one who cried.
Don’t make me angry-kiss you.
Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy.
Cath wished she didn’t use the word “just” so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.
Don’t bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It’s disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.
Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can’t plan for. Those are things that just happen.
A landline is an anchor – busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.
I wrote all four of my books at Starbucks.
I’m not complaining about my cell phone – all my friends are in there, and all my favorite songs and all my favorite Benedict Cumberbatch GIFs; I don’t want to give it up. But cell phones are the worst for talking on the phone.
He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
I tend to write about my anxieties – it’s what I’m afraid will happen. And I write a story working it out.
She’d majored in English, hoping that meant she could spend the next four years reading and writing. And maybe the next four years after that.
I don’t know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I’ve lost faith in “the”. How do you feel about “a” and “an”? Indifferent. So you’re considering a life without articles?
People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.
This is why I can’t be with Levi. Because I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight-and Levi can’t even read.
You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.
You have to pretend you get an endgame. You have to carry on like you will; otherwise, you can’t carry on at all.
I am going to die kissing Simon Snow. Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.
You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up every morning and think, ‘This will end in flames.
I let myself slip away... Just to stay sane. Just to get through it. And when I felt myself slipping too far, I held on to the one thing I’m always sure of – Blue eyes. Bronze curls. The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me. That Simon Snow is alive. And I’m hopelessly in love with him.