Wasn’t that the point of life? To find someone to share it with? And if you got that part right, how far wrong could you go? If you were standing next to the person you loved more than everything else, wasn’t everything else just scenery?
Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.
Why do we write fiction?” Professor Piper asked. Cath looked down at her notebook. To disappear.
You know,” he said, “I keep wanting to say that it’s like Simon Snow threw up in here... but it’s more like someone else ate Simon Snow – like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet – and then threw up in here.
I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?
That’s what love is, Georgie. Accidental damage protection.
Having kids sent a tornado through your marriage, then made you happy for the devastation. Even if you could rebuild everything just the way it was before, you’d never want to.
He had the smilingest face she’d ever seen.
You’re not the ugly one.” Levi grinned. “You’re just the Clark Kent.
The arguments in her brain were like a swarm of people running from a burning building and getting stuck in the door.
So stop making it so hard, Cath. You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?
I love you,” he said. “I love you more than I hate everything else.
Because I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.
Neal loved her, Georgie knew that. He couldn’t keep his hands off her – he couldn’t keep his ink off her; he was always doodling on her stomach or her thigh or her shoulder. He kept a set of Prismacolor markers by his bed, and when Georgie took a shower, the water rain rainbows.
There’s only one of him, she thought, and he’s right here. He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me. There’s only one of him.
I’ll cross the sky for you.
I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. Like maybe you think I’m a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and socially inept, I’m a complete disaster.
Kissed. Cath loved that word. She used it sparingly in her fic, just because it felt so powerful. It felt like kissing to say it. Well done, English Language.
They agreed about everything important and argued about everything else.
You’re not a book person. And now you’re not an internet person? What does that leave you?