Eleanor & Park

She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

I don’t want to think about an after.’

“Jungle fever is a thing,

“Look at her,” Cal said, “she’s a Betty.”

Brains love poetry.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…’

Oliver’s Story had made the cut, but Love Story hadn’t. And Little Men was there, but not Little Women or Jo’s Boys.

for a world of suck to hit the fan.

But she wasn’t. Eleanor wasn’t any of those things. She was just trying to get through the night.

I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.’