Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.

I didn't know someone could love me like this," she said. "Could love me and love me and love me without...needing space."Lincoln wasn't asleep. He rolled on top of her."There's no air in space," he said.

This is new to us, you know? Your mother's sorry. She's sorry that she hurt your feelings, and she wants you to invite your girlfriend over for dinner.""So that she can make her feel bad and weird?""Well she is kind of weird, isn't she?"Park didn't have the energy to be angry. He sighed and let his head fall back on the chair. His dad kept talking. "Isn't that why you like her?

Fighting doesn’t feel good anymore. It feels like breaking something because you don’t know how to fix it.

My dad loves marriage rites. Any sort of family magic, actually. He and my mother are bound together in five dimensions.’‘That’s lovely,’ Baz says, and I’m terrified because I think he means it.

I'm extra-good at wanting things. I want things until I feel sort of sick about them. I want enough for two normal people, at least.

She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both endsof the timeline.