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"I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. It's like everyone else has their entire future mapped out except for me."
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"Not all questions can be answered."
"If all the seven stones were laid out before me now, I should shut my eyes and put my hands in my pockets."
"It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing."
"If you just watch a teenager, you see a lot of uncertainty."
"There are two schools of thought about the resilience of time. The first is that time is highly volatile, with every small event altering the possible outcome of the earth's future. The other view is that time is rigid, and no matter how hard you try, it will always spring back toward a determined present. Myself, I do not worry about such trivialities. I simply sell ties to anyone who wants to buy one..."
"Mathematics may be defined as the subject in which we never know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true."
"What if you have all the pieces and the puzzle still doesn't fit?"
"Live in the mysterious. Accepting and being fully at peace with not knowing what's going to happen in the future will allow us to be fully present and more peaceful in the present."
"Probably you are right, probably not... who knows?"
"The future is a teenage crackhead who makes shit up as he goes along."
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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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