Here, I choose to love what I have. Here, I choose to love what I am now.

The story pours over me like water, drips down onto my head until I’m immersed head-to-toe, transported between the covers.

Maybe he knew the whole time that trying to hold on to her was like trying to hold on to ice – a wasted effort that was only going to leave him cold.

Sometimes, good intentions couldn’t do a thing except make you feel less alone, and sometimes that was enough.

Hannah gave a feral smile and let her dark eyes bore into Laila’s. This was one of several reasons people were terrified of her: the Hannah Park stare. If it weren’t enough that Hannah was beautiful, in the same way an ice storm or a forest fire was beautiful, she also had the habit of making more unbroken, intense eye contact than was comfortable for anybody.

Let’s short circuit in the rain. I loved you then, too.

Sometimes you want people to – not even put you first, or anything, but to just think about you a little, you know?

Beauty was beauty and want was want and a beating heart was a beating heart.

It wasn’t enlightenment to live like you had no history and no consequences. The world wasn’t just made out of instants – it was made out of plans, too, and the ability to learn from your mistakes.

I’ve always thought everybody’s a genius at something; you just have to dig it up and polish the hell out of it.