I don’t understand this part of America. The heat, the sand, the small towns. Why would you live somewhere that seemed to be doing its best to tell you to go away?
I still haven’t sorted whether I’m still attracted to women, or whether I ever was, or whether I’m some kind of Baz-only-sexual.
I can touch you less gently, but I won’t love you less kindly.
What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.
I know I’ll never love anyone like I love Baz. I know he’s the love of my life. Of all my lives.
This thing between us didn’t start with us dating. It didn’t even start when you kissed me. You’re in me so deep, I wouldn’t know how to dig you out. I may get fed up with you... But, Simon, I’ll never get tired of you.
Just know,” he says, “that I’d do anything for you. That I’d let you do anything to me. There’s nothing about you that I don’t want.
Simon Snow is grinning at me, holding out a live rat like a single-stemmed rose.
I love you,” I say. I may as well say it, I’m thinking it. It’s all I ever think. I’m an “I love you” gun with the safety off, a finger constantly on the trigger.
I need to replace every single person in my life with someone more functional, is what I need.
We can’t come apart like this. We’re not made of pieces that come apart.
Is this what people do? Get as close as they can and then push closer? Burn each other’s faces into their eyelids? Let each other into every gap? And then what? Then just tomorrow, and more?
And then he kisses me. I kiss him back. And back. And back.
Why can’t you see that I wouldn’t be happy anywhere without you?
When has Bunce ever ignored a dangerous proposition?” 42 PENELOPE “Maybe we should just summon the demon and see what happens.
I’ve been here before. Wanting to crawl out of my skin and leave myself for dead after a miserable attempt to do more than kiss.
It’s hard to hide from someone who loves you.
When she and Wren divided up their clothes, Wren had taken anything that said “party at a boy’s place” or “leaving the house.” Cath had taken everything that said “up all night writing” or “it’s okay to spill tea on this.
I may get fed up with you... but, Simon, I’ll never get tired of you.
That’s a tremendous thing – to be able to hold the world inside of yourself, and still feel compassionate for it.