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“That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?"
Your girl? "The kind that respects my wishes," she said. "And my strength, and my... arms."
Levi grinned some more. Because he wasn't taking her seriously. "I have a lot of respect for your arms. I like how they're attached to the rest of you.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“You're beautiful," she said.
"That's you."
"Don't argue with me. You're beautiful.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“I'm not really a book person."
"That might be the most idiotic thing you've ever said to me.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“I mean..." Levi leaned forward, hands still fisted in his pockets. "I mean, I spent four months trying to kiss you and the last six weeks trying to figure out how I managed to fuck everything up. All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am and why you should give me another chance. And I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?"
Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved.
She nodded her head.
The right side of his mouth pulled up.
"I'm rooting for you", she whispered.
She wasn't even sure he could hear from the bed.
Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.
It started to devour her face, too.
Cath had to look away.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“What would we do together?" Cath asked. "He'd want to go to the bar,and I'd want to stay home and write fanfiction.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“You didn’t realize how much work everyone else put into holding themselves upright until you saw Levi leaning against a wall. He looked like he was leaning on something even when he wasn’t. He made standing look like vertical lying down.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“He reached his fingers back and hooked them inside the cuff of her sweater.
"But you still want to give me a chance, right? Not just me, this? Us?"
"Yeah," Cath said, like she was giving in.
"Good."
He tugged on her sleeve and smiled down at their not-quite-touching hands.
"It's okay if you're crazy," he said softly.
"You don't even know-"
"I don't have to know," he said.
"I'm rooting for you.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Here we are," he said, pointing down an unshoveled path.
"The Gardens."
Cath tried to look appreciative.
You wouldn't know there was a path here at all if it weren't for one set of footprints in the melting snow.
All she could see were the footprints, some dead bushes, and a few weedy patches of mud.
"It's breathtaking," she laughed.
"I knew you'd like it. Play your cards right, and I'll bring you back during the high season.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Your face is flushed, did you know that?"
"Well," she said.
"I'm frustrated."
"Don't make me angry-kiss you."
"Give me the laundry."
"Tempers rising, faces flushed...This is how it happens."
That made Cath laugh.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“I want to pretend this didn't happen."
"Okay.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“You're not the ugly one." Levi grinned. "You're just the Clark Kent."
Cath started checking her e-mail.
"Hey, Cath," Levi said, kicking her chair. She could hear the teasing in his voice. "Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Or maybe she'd just change her concentration from Creative Writing to Renaissance Lit; that would be useful in the real world, a head full of sonnets and Christ imagery. If you study something that nobody cares about, does that mean everyone will leave you alone?”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl