“Hadley didn't know it was possible to miss someone who's only a few feet away, but there it is.”

“Hadley knows this isn’t some Disney movie. Her parents aren’t ever getting back together”

“You know what they say," Dad said. "If you love something set it free.""What if he doesn't come back?""Something do, somethings don't," he said, reaching to tweak her nose. "I'll always come back to you anyway.""You don't light up," Hadley said, but Dad only smiled."I do when I'm with you.”

“Hadley realises that even though everything else is different, even though there's still an ocean between them, nothing really important has changed at all.He's still her dad. The rest is just geography.”

“But Hadley understood. It wasn't that she was meant to read them all. Maybe someday she would, but for now, it was more the gesture itself. He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their daughters houses.”

“- Me da miedo la mayonesa, así que con los años me he convertido en una experta.—¿Te da miedo la mayonesa?—Está entre mis tres o cuatro principales fobias.—¿Cuáles son las otras? —pregunta el chico con una sonrisa—. ¿Qué puede haberpeor que la mayonesa?—Los dentistas —empieza a enumerar Hadley—. Las arañas. Los hornos.—¿Los hornos? Supongo que no te gusta demasiado cocinar, entonces.—Y los espacios pequeños —continúa Hadley en voz más baja.”

“Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?”