"Hey," he said. It came out hard and frustrated. "I told you to smile because you’re pretty when you smile." She walked to the bottom of the steps, then looked back at him. "It’d be better if you thought I was pretty when I don’t."
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park
"She felt him forming an opinion even as he stood there looking at her, talking to her. An aspect of her, in his mind, that he already possessed. He’d plucked it from her without permission, a transaction no other man had attempted, one that she could not object to, because it was him."
— Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland