"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."
"There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other,' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't."
"The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt."
"I'm ending this.''No. Come on. It's not worth it.''You are,' he said fiercely, looking at her.'You're worth it."
"I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time."
"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."