“The summer we spent on the beach was all the sex education anyone needed.”
“I was always the quiet one, the one who followed suit, doing what others told me to do.”
“I was in heaven, married to the devil.”
“It had been as if she’d talked to God, praising the universe through twinkling stars.”
“Ten minutes before I would have drowned in his come. Now I just wanted it off me. I wanted him off me.”
“Even when he treated me like a slut, I wanted him.”
“Paxton Pierce was an impossible man. One that no woman could please. Not even me.”
“No matter how much I wanted to be stronger than him, show him what I was really made of, I couldn’t do it. I melted to this man.”
“Taylor Swift. That’s cute. How is it you can remember the words to high school songs, but not who you are?”
“I just sucked your dick at six o’clock in the morning. I feel like I at least deserve a good morning.”
“It was physical, enhanced with complicated emotions and powerful poisons. I even felt like I wanted to crash, yet I was still feeling the high, the memory burning my chest every time I thought about it.”
“I just wanted to leave it all behind and move forward, and that’s exactly what I did. I stopped worrying about my past and who I was before. All I could do was be a better person now. From this point forward.”
“I knew without knowing that he was my husband. Not only was I broken, I was married to a dick. Trying”
“Good Lord! I was broken and stupid. “Please tell me I’m not married to you,”
“Don’t look down when someone’s talking to you. You look them straight in the eyes. You’re bigger than that.”
“Time didn’t seem to matter when you didn’t know who you were or where you belonged.”
“The pit of my stomach balled and tightened. A gut feeling. That dreaded instinct when you know you’re doing something wrong, or you can sense something bad about to happen.”
“Well, I’ll be. Go to hell. You’re fighting your own demons. You like me this way, and you’re too damn bullheaded to admit it.”
“Go to bed with me,” I requested. I didn’t offer my hand, only my bed.”
“Pfft, everybody should fall in love when they don’t remember anything.”
“I was a raging slut. No doubt about it.”
“You’re driving me up the fucking wall,”
“I bared all to this man. I gave him everything, and I wanted to. I wanted to make him happy for the rest of our long lives. If only it could be that easy.”
“He kissed me, pulled me closer, explored every inch of my body with the tips of his fingers, and made love. That’s exactly what he had done. He knew it, and I knew it. We made love.”
“People didn’t have this much gravitational pull toward one another without it being real.”
“And… One fucked up marriage. I was a kept woman. Black and white. Red and Green. I was a glorified whore.”
“I became more and more introverted, realizing all the lies my mother told. You couldn’t escape life with a vision of a better one. It always came back. As soon as your eyes opened. Real life was there. The cold hard truth.”
“What else was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like I had anyone else coming to my rescue.”
“If. A two-letter word for futility.”
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
“But God answered with silence. He did that sometimes, and Father Ferguson always interpreted it to mean that he should think for himself. Admittedly, it didn't always work out well when the pastor thought for himself, but you couldn't just give up.”
“Todd!” she says again but this time in a way that asks me to look at her and I do and she stops Angharrad at the edge of the square and she’s looking at me, looking right into my eyes–
And I read her–
And I know exactly what she’s thinking–
And my Noise and my heart and my head fill up fit to burst, fill up like I’m gonna explode–
Cuz she’s saying–
She’s saying with her eyes and her face and her whole self–
“I know,” I say back to her, my voice husky. “Me, too.”
And then I turn to the Mayor and I’m filled with her, with her love for me and my love for her–
And it makes me big as an effing mountain–
And I take it and I slam all of it into the Mayor–”
“Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.”
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