And the look on his face when he saw it. Like someone blew a horn and all his walls crumbled.
We don’t turn into pumpkins at midnight.
Cath had a weird thing about sharing drinks, but she decided it would be stupid to say anything. She’d already kissed him.
You know that I’m falling in love with you, right?
Georgie was done kissing first. The next person she kissed was going to have to do all the work. Assuming she ever found anybody who thought she was worth it.
She just wants me in her life now because I was always there before. And she’s holding onto the past as desperately as I’m trying to run from it.
You would think that a band called Sacajawea would be more supportive of free-thinking women.
Because makeup is a lie.
In justice. In courage. In defence of the weak. In the face of the mighty. Through magic and wisdom and good.
Are you still mine?” I’d ask him. “Do you still want this?” But I don’t. Because I don’t want to hear him say no.
Every time he moved, he had a reason.
She was dressed like she wanted people to look at her. Or maybe like she didn’t get what a mess she was.
The other kids might hate Eleanor for being big and weird, but they weren’t going to hate on her for having a broken family and a broke-down house. That was kind of the rule around here.
Living is dying.
I can’t cure life.
I feel like a house after a fire. And sometimes like someone who died but stayed in his body. And sometimes I feel like someone else died, like someone else sacrificed everything, so that I can live a normal life.
I mean it like “Jack and Diane.” Like, “Oh, yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.
I walk the ramparts at night in a white dress and a knee-length woven cloak. The weather’s turning. I feel the roses in my cheeks.
I mean, if everything is already set in stone, why try? I prefer to think that we’re choosing in every moment what happens next.
Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.