“Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness for you.
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life before you.”
“Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?”
“You’re my favorite subject, Love. I’ll start with your eyes. I fell in love with those first. One look was like a punch to the guy. You have these ageless eyes on such a young face. I just knew that you had seen bad things, and from the start, I knew that you could understand pain. Understand feeling hopeless and helpless and alone. I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.”
“The world went from black and white and into color when I laid eyes on you, my love. There'll be no going back.”
“I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.”
“Life is funny like that, making us pay for the same stupid mistakes even after we've learned from them thoroughly.”
“God, did I miss you, Love. Is thirty too young to retire from working? I'd love to just make love to you full-time, instead”
“Love, I want you everywhere I go. I’d put you in my pocket, if I could.”
“Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.”
“I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. “I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you.”
“The director cleared her throat just a few shots in. “Um, so, is there anything you can do about that, Mr Cavendish? This is not an X-rated publication…”
James, shameless bastard that he was, seemed completely unfazed. “You’ll just need to shoot me waist up. You were the one who wanted my girlfriend in the shot, putting her hands on me. What did you think was going to happen?”
“Every inch of you was sent to me from heaven.”
“You read me so well without me ever having to say the words. It astounds me. Perhaps we were made for each other. You're making me a believer, my love.”
“I love you. I know I said I needed time, but that was a big fat lie. I fell in love with you more than a year ago, and those feelings never went away, not for me. I was just trying to protect my heart when I told you that I needed more time to fall for you. I've been here all along.”
“You may have fucked a lot of women, James, but I’m your first lover.”
“You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.”
“How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?”
“Everything feels new, now that I have you. The world’s gone into color now, and I want to see it all again with you.”
“I want so much for this to last – for us to stay together. I’m desperate for it.”
“I've been trying to make my head rule my actions, when my heart has so obviously taken over.”
“That’s the emptiest feeling, to know that you would hurt someone else just to feel something.”
“Everyone should get to experience a love like that. That kind of love that makes us better people.”
“I elbowed James as he shot my army guy in the head yet again.
“This game is so sexist,” I complained. “I can’t believe that there isn’t even an option for me to play as a girl.”
“Do you think that if you were playing as a busty blonde it would distract me?” James asked, amused.
“It couldn’t hurt.”
He tossed his controller on the ground. I gave a little embarrassing shriek as he tossed me over his shoulder. “We’re done, guys. Buttercup wants to distract me. Consider me distracted.”
“I can never go back from this, Bianca. It would break me to let you go. You know that, right?”
“Is that where you draw the line? I'll never understand why some things are more taboo than others."
"And that's what makes you so kinky, the fact that you don't see the difference.”
“You’re insane,” I told him, and stood up to dress.
He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.”
“We can do this as many times as you want, Mrs. Cavendish.”
“The only way you could be good in bed for me would (be) if you became a complete person, not just some shell of a man that doesn't have a middle ground between putting women on a pedestal and degrading them with meaningless sex.”
“I'd said it because I couldn't look directly at the sun and not remark that it was blinding and brilliant.”
“I sometimes thought that our fast friendship had been kind of like joining a club, one made up of men that thought that Bianca Karlsson was the most perfect woman on the planet.”
“Love is the opposite of good sense.”
“You'd think family would be the one sure thing in life, the gimme? Points you got just for being born? So much thick, meaty stuff bound you to these people, so many interlocking spirals of history, genetics, common cause, and struggle that it should be the most basic of all drives, that you would strive to protect and love one another, yet this bond that should be the big no-brainer was in fact the hardest thing.”
“He was walking back through the cemetery to his car when he came upon a black man digging a grave with a shovel. The man was standing about two feet down in the unfinished grave and stopped shoveling and hurling the dirt out to the side as the visitor approached him. He wore dark coveralls and an old baseball cap, and from the gray in his mustache and the lines in his face he looked to be at least fifty. His frame, however, was still thick and strong.
"I thought they did this with a machine," he said to the gravedigger.
"In big cemeteries, where they do many graves, a lot of times they use a machine, that's right." He spoke like a Southerner, but very matter-of-factly, very precisely, more like a pedantic schoolteacher than a physical laborer. "I don't use a machine," the gravedigger continued, "because it can sink the other graves. THe soil can give and it can crush in on the box. And you have the gravestones you have to deal with. It's just easier in my case to do everything by hand. Much neater. Easier to take the dirt away without ruining anything else. I use a real small tractor that I can maneuver easily, and I dig by hand.”
“Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.”
“إن الحب جميل، كأنه الزهور في ضوء الشفق.”
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