Rainbow Rowell

When Eleanor was a little girl, she'd thought her mom looked like a queen, like the star of some fairy tale.Not a princess - princesses are just pretty. Eleanor's mother was beautiful. She was tall and stately, with broad shoulders and an elegant waist. All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people's. Like they weren't just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.

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

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.

You don__ care what anyone thinks about you,_ he said.__hat__ crazy,_ she said. __ care what everyone thinks about me.___ can__ tell,_ he said. __ou just seem like yourself, no matter what__ happening around you. My grandmother would say you__e comfortable in your own skin.

Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can't have or help. S'better not to think about it.

You are very kind," he said. "Very wrong, but very kind.

Just because it had happened before didn__ mean it wasn__ serious. It didn__ mean he didn__ need them.

Magic fucking phone.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

The goblins have been after me ever since I helped the Coven drive them out of Essex. (They were gobbling up drunk people in club bathrooms, and the Mage was worried about losing regional slang.) I think the goblin who successfully offs me gets to be king.

She kept forcing herself to remember the entire conversation, playing it back and playing it back, all the way through, forcing a finger down her memory's throat.

Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.

If this was just a dream she wished she could have it every night. Neal not quite whispering sweet somethings into her ear.

He stood for twenty minutes in the bedding aisle at Target, trying to choose a manly sheet set, then picked the ones with a violet pattern, because he liked violets and who else was ever going to see his sheets, anyway?

He ever offer to walk you home?""I've never asked," Cath said quickly. "I've never asked you either.""That's true," Levi said.More quiet. More cold.The air stung Cath's throat when she finally spoke again. "So maybe you shouldn't.""Don't be ridiculous," Levi said. "That wasn't my point.

I wasn__ built for this,_ he yelled. __ook at me. You know it__ true._ And for the first time, maybe ever, he didn__ sound cool. He sounded a little panicked. And a little angry. __ don__ want to love someone so much that they take up all my head, all my space. If I knew I was going to feel this way about you, I would have left a long time ago, while I still could.

I'm sorry Penelope." "Don't waste my time with sorries,Simon.If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other's toes,we'll never have time to be friends.

I'm sorry about yesterday," she said.He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.