“Some of the best things in life are the unexplainable.”
“Why do you have eawings in yowr boobs?” she asks, staring at my nipple rings. Jesus, is this kid for real? “Guys don’t have boobs,” I tell her firmly. “Yes, dey do, dey’re just wittle ones.” “No, they’re called nipples, not boobs.” She shrugs. “Fine. Why do you have eawings in dem?” I think about it for a minute, not knowing how to reply, so I opt for the simple truth. “Because I wanted to.”
“Music speaks what cannot be expressed. It soothes the mind and gives it rest. It heals the heart and makes it whole. It flows from heaven to heal the soul.”
“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”
“you have got to be shitting me. You too? Why is it every time someone new comes here, they belong to one of you assholes?”
“You know…the kiss. The one you feel through your whole body as soon as your lips touch theirs and everything that is going on around you falls away. You could be in the busiest, noisiest place but everything becomes silent and time seems to stand still. It’s as if, in that moment, you’re the only two people on the planet. It’s that one kiss that you will remember for the rest of your life and you will never have another one like it unless it’s with that same person because it was the kiss.”
“We move quickly, shoving the empty wrappers out of sight. I hear her faint footsteps climb the stairs and realize I still have my burger in hand. Before I can think better of it, I pull the collar of Ruthie’s top open and throw it down her shirt.”
“I never needed anything to remember you by, Red, I would have never forgotten you.”
“Something softer flashes in his gaze right before he says: “That’s because you’re mine, Red. You always have been, even when you were miles away, and every part of you knows it.”
“Whatever. If she’s only here to get laid then the bitch is barking up the wrong tree. Because unless she has green eyes, red hair and flawless skin with a light dusting of freckles, then my dick does not want it… Stupid fucking dick.”
“I know I don’t deserve this,” he says roughly, “but I’m going to be a selfish bastard and take it. Because I’ve been dying to kiss, taste and fuck every inch of you since I found you singing in that field a week ago.”
“Digging my phone out of my pocket, I see it’s from Evans. Pain in my ass: Where the fuck are you? I’m serious. Get your ass here or I will fuck you up.”
“Remember what happened last time, when someone wanted to get revenge on me when I made them look bad?” Pain and fury flashes in his gaze before he shakes his head. “Never again, Red. You hear me? Never fucking again.”
“careful how much you push me, Red. You’re fucking lucky we are in a park full of kids right now. That’s about the only thing saving you at the moment.”
“Very often among a certain highly intelligent type of people, quite paradoxical ideas will establish themselves. But they have suffered so much in their lives for these ideas, and have paid so high a price for them that it becomes very painful, indeed almost impossible, for them to part with them.”
“I see poisoners—so calculating, so cold-blooded—as most like the villains of our horror stories. They’re closer to that lurking monster in the closet than some drug-impaired crazy with a gun. I don’t mean to dismiss the latter—both can achieve the same awful results. But the scarier killer is the one who thoughtfully plans his murder ahead, tricks a friend, wife, lover into swallowing something that will dissolve tissue, blister skin, twist the muscles with convulsions, knows all that will happen and does it anyway.”
“All the events of your past have formed a lens, or paradigm, through which you see the world. And since no one's past is exactly like anyone else's, no two people see alike.”
“I pushed away my dessert, suddenly no longer hungry. Resentment had a way of filling up your stomach.”
“A man may go through life and remain ignorant of himself he may think himself as other than he truly is and he may die with this illusion still intact because no circumstance of his life has obliged him to revise it.”
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