“He'd asked if I felt the pull. I could'nt deny that I did. And that it terrified me.
It wasn't like a crush. It wasn't like seeing a guy and thinking I'd like him to take me to the prom. It was soul-deep, as though he was everything, the one, forever. I had to remind myself that I barely knew the guy. But still I couldn't shake the feeling of being meant for each other - as corny as that sounded.”
“No point in playing if your goal is to lose.”
“Josef: Why haven't you killed them?
Mick: There's more than one suspect..
Josef: So kill them all.”
“A very naked Lucas was crouched near Ethan. I couldn't process that. He was a werewolf? Dr. Keane and Mason were right? No, no, no. There was another explanation. There had to be. My world tilted and I had an urge to scream hysterically.
I stared at his bare back while he tugged off Ethan's cargo pants. He had absolutely no tan lines. He was like a perfect bronzed god. I might have fallen in lust right then and there if I didn't know that he came with issues in the form of a furry body and canine incisors.”
“Mick: What do you remember from when you were four?
Josef: Well it was 1603 Mick, it's reasonable to be a little hazy.”
“Hey, you have a soft spot for the mortal ones. A fascination with all the charming things they do while listening to the tick, tick, tick of their own looming lives. That's fine, that's good, everyone needs a hobby.”
“Beth: YOU NEED BLOOD!
Mick: NOT YOURS!”
“Why did my conversational skills take a hike when he was around? -Kayla Madison”
“Me di cuenta que me estaba confiando secretos que podían destruirlo. Aunque quizá no se tratara de una cuestión de confianza. Puede que fuera un problema de autoprotección. De pronto, para mí, la plata había pasado de ser un accesorio a una fuente potencial de muerte.”
“Flotaba en el agua cuando le pregunté:
-Entonces, ese tatuaje de tu hombro, ¿Qué significa?
-Todos los machos se hacen un tatuaje cuando están listos para declarársele a la chica que han elegido para ser su pareja. El tatuaje representa el nombre de ella escrito en la lengua antigua de nuestra especie.
-¿Y a quien has elegido tú?
Él me miro como preguntándome si de verdad era tan tonta.
-¡Ah!”
“En un abrir y cerrar de ojos, nuestra relación pasó de la fase <>, a la fase de <>”
“«Perché il mio desiderio è stato esaudito nel momento stesso in cui ti ho conosciuta.»”
“His eyes drifted shut. without opening them, he murmured, "I like the sound of your laugh. It's real and genuine. A lot of girls have this fake laugh. Not you."
"I like your laugh, too." I whispered, feeling pulled in, cozy in the cacoon of his bed.
"Yeah?"
I flattened my palm over his chest, enjoying the sensation of the firm flesh, even warm as it was. He sighed, like my cool hand offered him some relief.
"I laugh more since you came around," he said quietly, his lips barely forming the words.
He did? I frowned. He must not have laughed at all before, then, because I didn't think he was particularly jovial.
I held him through the night. And he held me back, tucking my head beneath his chin. His arms surrounded me and kept me close to his overly warm body. Almost like I was some kind of lifeline. I felt the moment his fever broke around one in the morning. I finally relaxed and fell asleep.”
“Like the rest of the Québécois? Like Beauvoir himself? Did they curse the Church? Câlice! Tabernac! Hostie! The Québécois had turned religious words into dirty words.”
“So long as the spectator has to figure out the meaning of this or that person, or the presuppositions of this or that conflict of inclinations and purposes, he cannot become completely absorbed in the activities and sufferings of the chief characters or feel breathless pity and fear.”
“There are no files in my memory that are repressed,' she asserted. 'You have files that are blocked. I have none so painful that they’re blocked. There are no secrets, no locked doors—nothing is hidden. I can infer that there are hidden areas in other people, so that they can’t bear to talk of certain things. The amygdala locks the files of the hippocampus. In me, the amygdala doesn’t generate enough emotion to lock the files of the hippocampus.”
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