Do you hate it? Or are you just afraid?
Everything about being a copy editor is top secret – by default, really – because no one else cares.
He didn’t even think Tina really liked him, deep down. It was more like she didn’t want him to get over her. And not-so-deep down, Park didn’t want Tina to get over him.
He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different – because she wasn’t afraid to be.
He tried again to remember what he’d thought the first time he saw her. He tried to remember how this had happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
The way he looked back at her made her feel wide open, like every thought must be closed-captioned on her face.
Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.
The sympathy in his face was painful. “This doesn’t sound like a decision, Cath. This sounds like giving up.
I’m glad that you’re out there somewhere reading this, eventually reading this, it makes me feel better.
Now is all you get. Now is all you ever get.
That was something people had. Normal people. Episodes. And then they laid cool cloths over their eyes and made plans to spend time near the sea.
I like you,” I say. “And I don’t even care that you don’t like me – I’m used to it, I wouldn’t know what to do if you did.
She started reading again, and felt Levi’s elbow curve around her shoulder.
I love you. I love you more than I hate everything else. We’ll make our own enough-will you marry me?
I want to live in your head.
Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think it matters what I think or what I did or didn’t see coming. You had to see it for yourself. You had to see it through.
Maybe this was why Neal always had his guards up. His eyes, unguarded, could burn tunnels through mountains.
Was that codependence? Or was it just marriage?
They’d had this conversation in the cafeteria. They were waiting by the door so that Georgie could casually get in line behind Jay Anselmo, who was two years older than they were, really into No Doubt and competitive car stereos, and who would undoubtedly ignore her. “What’s.
Alice, you’re not going to get cancer from the cell phone. Especially not from a few minutes on the cell phone.” “Meow.” Alice sighed. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Mommy, but you’re not a nurse. Or a doctor. Or a scientist.” “A scientist!” Noomi said, giggling. “Scientists.