Today Tonight Tomorrow Quotes

“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 acquiring more books than you could ever
realistically read.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Crush’ is too weak a word to describe how I feel. It doesn’t do you justice, but maybe it works for me. I am the one who is crushed. I’m crushed that we have only ever regarded each other as enemies. I’m crushed when the day ends and I haven’t said anything to you that isn’t cloaked in five layers of sarcasm.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Maybe that’s the definition of nostalgia: getting sappy about things that are supposed to be insignificant.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“I’ve given this boy the messiest parts of me, and he’s done nothing but convince me he’ll be careful with them.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Maybe it's the whole concept of a guilty pleasure," Neil says gently. "Why should we feel guilty about something that brings us - pleasure?”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“While I love romance, I’ve never believed in the concept of soul mates, which has always seemed a little like men’s rights activism: not a real thing. Love isn’t immediate or automatic; it takes effort and time and patience.
The truth of it was that I’d probably never have the kind of luck with love the women who live in fictional seaside towns do. But sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I’ve never known.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“My favourite books got happily-ever-afters— why couldn’t I?”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“When he grins, it’s bright enough to light up the night sky.
It’s kind of beautiful.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“The love that I wanted so desperately: this isn’t what I thought
it would feel like. It’s made me dizzy and it’s grounded me. It’s
made me laugh when nothing is funny. It shimmers and it sparks,
but it can be comfortable, too, a sleepy smile and a soft touch and
a quiet, steady breath. Of course this boy—my rival, my alarm
clock, my unexpected ally—is at the center of it.
And somehow, it’s even better than I imagined.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“How do you tell the person you’ve spent four years trying to destroy that you have a crush on them?”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“I’m in love with you. You are the most interesting person I know, and I’ve never been able to talk to anyone the way I can talk to you. I’ve devoted the past four years to leaving Seattle, but you...You are the best thing about this city. You are going to be the hardest to leave. I love you so much.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Boy bands, fan fiction, soap operas, reality TV, most shows and movies with female main characters . . . We’re still so rarely front and center, even rarer when you consider race and sexuality, and then when we do get something that’s just for us, we’re made to feel bad for liking it. We can’t win.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Today isn’t my epilogue with Neil—it’s a beginning. I’ll leave the happily-ever-afters in the books.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Neil McNair has become my alarm clock, if alarm clocks had
freckles and knew all your insecurities.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon , Today Tonight Tomorrow

“But sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I've never known" -Rowan”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“You like it,” he says. There’s a glint
in his eyes, like he understands something I don’t. “You like that nickname."

And . . . I kind of do. It hasn’t felt irritating in a while. It’s only his, a language only we have, even if it’s a reference I don’t understand.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Love isn't immediate or automatic; it takes effort and time and patience." -Rowan”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Yeah. Like every moment you're with them, your head is spinning and you cant catch your breath and you just know that this person is changing your life for the better. Someone who challenges you to be better.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“I guess it’s like, in my head, my writing can be as great as I want it to be. But as soon as I declare I’m a writer, I’ll have something to prove. It’s hard to admit that you think you’re good at something creative. And then it’s so much worse for women. We’re told to shrug off compliments, to scoff when someone tells us we’re good at something. We shrink ourselves, convincing ourselves what we’re creating doesn’t actually matter.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“I, um, I read what you wrote in my yearbook. In my defense, it was tomorrow, and I thought you hated me. But I’m in love with you, Neil McNair -Neil Perlman- and I think maybe I’ve been in love with you for a long time. It just took my brain a while to catch up to my heart. I don’t know how I missed it, but you are pretty fucking great.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“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, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Opposites attract is my favorite trope, so it made sense to start there. Because, of course, the thing about opposites: they always have a lot more in common than they think”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“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 of
you, taunting you with what you can’t have. I have a hoodie in my
backpack. I can put it on if you’re—”
“You’re definitely better. We’re leaving.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Four years of sparring when we could have had this: his awful singing voice, his hip bumping mine to encourage me to sing along, the scarlet on his cheeks when I attacked him with icing. While I was so focused on destroying him, I missed so much.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“He’s waiting on a bricked street with a rickety staircase that leads to the museum. His hair mussed, his posture slightly hunched. Why did I ever tease him about those freckles? I love them. I love every single one of them. I love his freckles and and his red hair and the too-short legs of his suit pants and the too-long sleeves, the way he laughs, the way he pushes up his glasses to rub his eyes.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Artoo,
I'm switching back to regular handwriting. Calligraphy is hard, and I didn't bring my good pens. Or I need more practice.
Right now you're sitting across from me, probably writing HAGS 30 times in a row. I know a little bit of a lot of languages, but even so, I struggle to put this into words. Okay. I'm just going to do it.
First of all, I need you to know I'm not putting this out there with any hope of reciprocation. This is something I have to get off my chest (cliché, sorry) before we go our separate ways (cliché). It's the last day of school, and therefore my last chance.
"Crush" is too weak a word to describe how I feel. It doesn't do you justice, but maybe it works for me. I am the one who is crushed. I'm crushed that we have only ever regarded each other as enemies. I'm crushed when the day ends and I haven't said anything to you that isn't coated in five layers of sarcasm. I'm crushed, concluding this year without having known that you like melancholy music or eat cream cheese straight from the tub in the middle of the night or play with your bangs when you're nervous, as though you're worried they look bad. (They never do.)
You're ambitious, clever, interesting, and beautiful. I put "beautiful" last because for some reason, I have a feeling you'd roll your eyes if I wrote it first. But you are. You're beautiful and adorable and so fucking charming. And you have this energy that radiates off you, a shimmering optimism I wish I could borrow for myself sometimes.
You're looking at me like you can't believe I'm not done yet, so let me wrap this up before I turn it into a five-paragraph essay. But if this were an essay, here's the thesis statement:
I'm in love with you, Rowan Roth.
Please don't make too much fun of me at graduation?
Yours,
Neil P. McNair”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“You're never too anything for books. We like what we like" -Rowan”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Its real.
Neil loves me.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“Maybe this version of you would have been cool. But...you’re kind of great now, too”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“But you like it. It’s possibly the boldest thing he’s said all day, and when he takes a step forward, I can feel the heat radiating off
him. No wonder he was fine parting with his hoodie—the boy is a human sauna. You like being infuriated. By me.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow