He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different - because she wasn't afraid to be.

— Rainbow Rowell

He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn.

— Rainbow Rowell

He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder into hers. "Don't be mad at me," he said, sighing. "It makes me crazy."" I'm never mad at you," she said." Right."" I'm not."" You must just be mad near me a lot.

— Rainbow Rowell

He looked up at her and smiled crookedly, holding out a few sheets of paper. "Will you read this? I think maybe it sucks. Or maybe it's awesome. It's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome, okay? Unless it sucks.

— Rainbow Rowell

Her take is that I'm just a late bloomer - that I'm taking forever to ruin my life, she's running out of patience.

— Rainbow Rowell

Her voice sounded much cooler than she felt. Inside, her internal organs were grinding themselves into nervous pulp. Her intestines were gone. Her kidneys were disintegrating. Furthermore, her stomach was wringing itself out, yanking on her trachea.

— Rainbow Rowell

He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest. Eleanor hadn’t written him a letter, it was a postcard. Just three words long.

— Rainbow Rowell

He shakes his head, and he's saying something, and I think I might kiss him. Because I've never kissed anyone before. (I was afraid I might bite.) And I've never wanted to kiss anyone but him. (I won't bite. I won't hurt him.) I just want to kiss him, then go. "Simon...," I say. And then he kisses me.

— Rainbow Rowell

He's mad at me."" For what?"" For not being like him." Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?"" Basically.

— Rainbow Rowell

He smiles, and he's made of trouble. We should have dropped him in the Thames in a bag of stones. We should have left him out for the fairies.

— Rainbow Rowell