“You wrote a fucking book. Do you know how many people wish they could do that, or how many people talk about doing it and never do?” — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“I know you can do this. You’re the person who revolutionized garbage collection at Westview, remember?” — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“He glances down at his arms. “I didn’t even realize—am I expos-ing too much skin? I don’t want to be parading myself in front… — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“Neil McNair has become my alarm clock, if alarm clocks had freckles and knew all your insecurities.” — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“And just so you know, we might be having dinner together, but this isn’t a date,” Neil says, completely straight-faced. “I just don’t want… — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“There’s this word in Japanese: tsundoku,” Neil says suddenly. “It’s my favorite word in any language.” “What does it mean?” He grins. “It means… — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
“You wrote a fucking book. Do you know how many people wish they could do that, or how many people talk about doing it… — Rachel Lynn Solomon Copy Share Image
