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"The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed."
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"He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me."
"He spoke as if the answer were a matter of indifference to him. But it was not so. For all his pain, he longed to see the author of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of that gentle familiar attitude and all the attendant circumstances, he had a restless desire to renew her picture in his mind--a longing for the very atmosphere she breathed. He was in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle ever nearer round the fatal centre."
"Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it."
"Trying to second-guess Tegan was like trying to track a tornado. A tornado he had no business chasing."
"He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step."
"I'll follow you to the next life if I have to," he whispered harshly in her ear. "You'll never be free of me. I'll chase you through heaven and hell and beyond." He continued to whisper without stopping while his hands gripped her body close to his. "You stay with me, Holly," he muttered savagely. "Don't do this to me. You stay, damn you."
"The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I remembered when I woke up, the last thing that drifted through my mind as I went to sleep, and during the day she came to me obtrusively, obsessively, always with a painful shock."
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"I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons."
"But that's not quite right either.I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us."
"If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself.'She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. 'Miiiiiiiiine!' he says.'Cut it out.' Anna pushes him off, laughing. 'You'll get fired. And then I'll have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives."
"We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. 'This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think?' he whispers.I cover my mouth with my hands again.'A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.'Stop it,' I hiss. My eyes are watering. 'Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?'If you were my girl,' he whispers, 'I'd take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren't looking.'If you were my girl,' I whisper back,' I'd put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn't know that I take creepy pictures."
"I mean . . . I don't know. I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. I don't know. I like reading about adventure, sure, but I also like doing it from the safety of home. But what is home, besides a quilt-covered bed? Where is it?"
"Okay, I've lied to him. But you saw how jealous he gets. It makes me feel like I have to. And I shouldn't defend my right to be friends with another guy."
"The thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. Itbecomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I wantto nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in itsarms and not wake up for a long, long time."
"The only French word I know is oui, which means 'yes, and only recently did I learn it's spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e."
"And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?"
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