But Noah was like the Velveteen Rabbit. I would love his whiskers off, love him until he turned gray, until he lost shape. I would love him to death. And he would let me. Gladly.
Other people are usually wrong.
I would say you’ll make a liar out of me, but I was one long before we met.
I’m rather sentimental about the ruins – as a child, I halfheartedly attempted suicide there now and again, always returning from post-tourist-hours expeditions with knees winking with cuts, and the occasional fracture or two.
The way she sounds, the way she’s always sounded – like one discordant note, twisted just enough to affect the notes surrounding it, is impossible to ignore.
Names?” the receptionist asked us. “Jesus,” Jamie answered. “Mary,” said Stella. “Satan,” I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg’s office.
A thing I loved about her immediately, though, she looked back at me completely without pity.
And as I watched her dying, I don’t remember the look of surprise on her face or the fear in her eyes, or seeing any sadness in her at all. I remember seeing relief there instead.
The choices you make will change you.
When evil smiles at you, you smile back.
Get them out. Please stop.
The closer anyone gets to you, the more at risk they are of falling under your shadow, or being consumed by your flame.
There were days when I felt that a dragon slept inside me, and exhaled poison with every breath. I flirted with suicide more times than I can count. But I know now why I never did it. I was saving that day for you.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.” I didn’t need Noah to see the truth about myself –.
I’m starved for her, all the time, even now – I want every part of her, to devour her, to inhale her, but I also want her slowly.
It’s like you’re a mirror and you show me who I want to be, instead of who I am.
She was constantly surprising, infinitely complex. Unknowable. Unpredictable. I have never met anyone more fascinating in my life, and all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough to ever know her.
Current mood: David Foster Wallace meets Amy Winehouse.
Mara takes my hand. “Noah Shaw, will you impregnate me immediately?
And then I turn away from them all, away from my father, away from the sodden remains of my family, to Mara.