Funny thing, isn’t it, hindsight? It’s memory, but with new understanding tacked on, so that the past means something different than it did before. And the only way to find that meaning is to look for it. Look to the past.
Declan says, “Keep going, idiot. My knife hasn’t been bloodied in four days. One more day and it’ll be a record, and I can’t have that.
Marriage is an institution built on white lies and denial. If husbands and wives started telling each other the truth all the time, the whole system would implode.
It’s not inexplicable. I like you the way Newton liked gravity.” “I don’t know what you mean.
Nothing can hurt you as much as you’ve already been hurt. You’ve survived the worst thing you could imagine. It’s time to start living your life again.
It’s incredible how many different people one body can hold. We all walk around with a thousand strangers inside us, slumbering quietly until someone else wakes them up. Like the jolt of electricity that reanimated Frankenstein’s monster, all it takes for our sleeping giants to jump to life is a single spark.
Because the more time I spend with your woman, the less I want to give her back.
Yeah, I tried group chanting with monks. I’ve tried everything. Grief sends people in desperate search of any kind of relief.
Suffering is the great equalizer of humankind.
Before he got his ass kicked out of heaven, the devil was the most beautiful angel of all.
She says, “My idea of a mob boss is that they put contracts out on their enemies, and run drug, weapons, and prostitution rings. Is that what you do?” Her gaze is unflinching. I feel a warm flicker of pride. She really will make an excellent attorney. “No.” She stares at me, weighing the truth of my answer. “I feel like this might be a semantics issue. Let me rephrase. Is that what you have other people do for you?
I know this is hard for you to understand, B Cups, but the girls need air.” “What they need is scaffolding.” She arches her brows. “Are you suggesting my glorious cleavage is sagging?
She insulted the head of the Irish mafia so badly, he forgot to kill her.
Because I could easily kill another man, but I never found the guts to kill myself.” She says softly, “Oh, Quinn. Not killing yourself wasn’t an act of cowardice. It was an act of courage. It takes so much more bravery to keep living when you’re in pain than it does to give up.
Dear God. The daughter of a Mafia don is having an affair with the Latino pool boy. We’re a telenovela.
Love isn’t born of the flesh. It’s born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life, and time. The poet Rumi said, ‘Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.
I whisper, “For a guy who claims to be such a bad scary criminal, you’re a big softie.” “Only for you.
Kage?” “Yes, baby?” Baby. I’m dead. “Tell me your last name.
My smile makes her gnash her teeth. “Ready?” “Go to hell.” “Can’t. The devil has a restraining order against me.
He’s wrong about me not having feelings. I have all kinds of feelings. Anxiety. Fatigue. Low-level depression. An unshakeable melancholy paired with gentle despair. See? I’m not the emotional iceberg I get accused of being.