If my wife finds comfort in trite Gispy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I’ll make a eunuch of you.
It is one of my failings, to love beautiful things so dearly.
She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love.
Some are nice and some aren’t. Some are smart, and others are about as bright as a wet match in a dark cave. In other words, pretty normal.
If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.
I’ve never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn’t know what to do with it.
Women. You’ll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he’s been struck by Cupid’s arrow when in reality, he’s digesting a bad turnip.
I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.
I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.
I wish you were a mind-reader. I want you to know everything but I don’t want to have to tell you. Because there are some things I don’t want to say out loud.
He’s a fascinating gentleman. Old-school. I tried to talk him into attending one of my services, but he said he wasn’t finished sinning yet, and he’d let me know when he was.
But I hadn’t known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.
And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.
Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.
For God’s sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?
And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.
Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.
A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.
I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.
God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.