Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing a... - Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

"There's only one of him, she thought, and he's right here.He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.There's only one of him."

"You think I'm cute?"He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..."Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god."

"Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

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

"I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time."