“Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.”

“Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you!"

Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.”

“I'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,” I said. “Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?”

“I don't like to feel so crazy about someone," he said. "I don't like to feel like my happiness is so tied up in another person.”

“What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.”

“Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you”

“Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.”

“Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous
readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps
too much ice cream…”

“Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes.
It falls upon her.
Love is like dying.”

“Ethan: "You think I'm a hero?"
Beth: "Yes."
Ethan: "But lousy husband material?" Like that really mattered to him.
Beth: "Don't sweat it. So was Superman.”