I'm just really active in the fandom.""What the fuck is 'the fandom'?

Tell me why you're so unhappy.""It's just...everything.There are too many people.And I don't fit in.I don't know how to be.

No, I know,” Levi said. “But it’s not you. You don’t push through every moment. You pay attention. You take everything in. I like that about you—I like that better.”Cath closed her eyes and felt tears catch on her cheeks.“I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me.… Cather.” He kissed her mouth. “Look at me.”She did.“I choose you over everyone.

What’s wrong with Starbucks?"“It's a big, faceless corporation.” He raised a good-natured brow. “So far, they've let me keep my face.

Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath's stomach.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

-Te echo de menos.-Vaya tontería. Nos hemos visto esta mañana.-No es cuestión de tiempo, sino de distancia.

I don't live to amuse you, you know.""One, are you sure? Because you do. And two, we don't make fun of you. Very much. Anymore. And three...

It was a good weekend. Five thousand words of Carry On. Fish tacos with radish and shredded cabbage. Only two more conversations about Wren. And Sunday afternoon brought Levi back, taking her front steps two at a time.