My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.
I am the sun... And the air...
He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he'd imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it - so he'd have this moment, under her hair. He ran his fingertips along the ch...
There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel like everything, like the world, wasn't what she'd...
She had five tapes from him now - which meant, if her batteries lasted, she had four hundred and fifty minutes to spend with Park in her head, holding his hand.
Best of all, she had Park's songs in her head - and in her chest, somehow.
I'm interested. It's like you've got all these weird barriers set up, like you only want me to have access to this tiny part of you…
You don’t care what anyone thinks about you,’ he said. ‘That’s crazy,’ she said. ‘I care what everyone thinks about me.’ ‘I can’t tell,’ he said. ‘You just seem like yourself, no matter what’s happening around you. My grandmot...
He’d thought he was over caring what people thought about him. He’d thought that loving Eleanor proved that. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself.
Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.
This is new to us, you know? Your mother's sorry. She's sorry that she hurt your feelings, and she wants you to invite your girlfriend over for dinner." "So that she can make her feel bad and weird?" "Well she is kind of weird, isn't she?" Park didn'...
I just meant that … I want to be the person who ever kisses you, too.… That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. is it for me.
Eleanor should never have told them about Park's house, but she'd been dying to tell somebody. (This was how people ended up in jail after committing the perfect crime.)
Maybe I'm some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual.
She is a good girl," Park said. "You don't even know her." His dad was standing, pushing Park toward the door. "Go," he said sternly. "Go play basketball or something." "Good girls don't dress like boys," his mother said.
He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.
They still didn’t talk on the bus, but it had become a less confrontational silence. Almost friendly. (But not quite.)
She had the kind of smile you see in toothpaste commercials, where you can see practically all of somebody's teeth. She should smile like that all the time, Park thought; it made her face cross over from weird to beautiful. He wanted to make her smil...
