Rainbow Rowell Quotes

We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

A landline is an anchor - busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.

I know that people change. I thought... I thought we're going to change together. I thought that's what it meant to be in love.

I don't want you to go," Sam said. She was upset. "I don't want this to end like this." "You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.

I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.

Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.

Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.

Maybe Park had paralyzed her with his ninja magic, his Vulcan handhold, and now he was going to eat her. That would be awesome.

That’s because you ooze preemptive leave-me-alone death rays.

These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

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.

But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.

She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.

..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

Have you ever seen The Goodbye Girl? Don’t watch it if you still want to enjoy romantic comedies. It makes every movie ever made starring Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock lash itself in shame.

I might not use capital letters. But I would definitely use an apostrophe…and probably a period. I’m a huge fan of punctuation.

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

Drunk nerds. Not my thing.” “You like nerds.” “Not nerds who join fraternities,” Cath said. “That’s a whole subclass of nerds that I’m not interested in.

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

Reagan was sitting up at Cath's desk when Cath woke up. "Are you awake?" "Have you been watching me sleep?" "Yes, Bella. Are you awake?" "No.

I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?

He looked like someone with a steerage ticket on the titanic. Somebody who'd be standing in line at Ellis Island. Undiluted and old-blooded. Also cute.

I object to every single thing you just said.

She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.

A little manic was what their house ran on.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

There was just no fear in her.

Don't make me angry-kiss you.

Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.

For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

I'd rather be broken than wasted.

That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

It's okay if you're crazy," he said softly. "You don't even know-" "I don't have to know," he said. "I'm rooting for you.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

I take something that happened to me in 1983, and I make it happen to somebody else in 1943. I pick my life apart that way, try to understand it better by writing straight through it.