“Turnpikes at night were like girl talk: not interesting.”
“When you were steadily dating a boy, as she was Reeve, and this was known to everybody, it freed you up to be friends with boys.”
“Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.”
“Janie and Jodie looked at him as if he were an out-of-date computer chip.”
“Barbies are warm and tan and always the same, thought Janie, but real people are not always the same.”
“Last time she had been here, the room had been pastel, romantic and soft. Now it was icily white. It was urban, out of a slick magazine, as if some cold, successful woman lived here with two possessions and an empty refrigerator.”
“Every time he calls, I nag him to study.” “I hear that boys don’t like to be nagged.” “Me too, but it’s irresistible. You always want to take the boy and mold him into something better.”
“Има степени на лудост, разбира се. Аз открих следи в самия себе си, признавам. – Той махна с ръка. – Но лудостта е силен звяр и не може да бъде уловена в теории. С времето се научих не само да не вярвам на теории, но и активно да им се противопоставям. Фактите са важни. И ние разполагаме само с фактите за всяка индивидуална лудост. Общите теории за лудостта се разкриват като се разкрива истинската ѝ природа във всеки пациент, един по един по един. Моята собствена лудост се измерва в скоби – както всяка лудост. И поради това, аз се научих не само да се справям с нея, но и да живея с нея. И което е най-важно, да функционирам въпреки нейното наличие.”
“This, according to the fellows who saw me as fit for a Service career, put me ahead of the curve, to understand this truth at an age when most guys are starting only to suspect the basics of adulthood--that life owes you nothing; that suffering takes many forms; that no one will ever care for you as your mother did; that the human heart is a chump.”
“I’m so glad you’re home.” I use my voice because I don’t want to take my hands off her. “Me, too,” she says. A lone tear tracks down her cheek. I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. “You’re back?” I ask. She nods, turning her head to kiss my palm. “For how long?” “Always.” She smiles. God, she can undo me with that smile. “Promise?” My heart is pounding in my chest. She nods and draws a cross over her chest. “I swear it.”
“I thought I was pretty damn clever. She said that was all right, she’d make three wishes. The first was that I wouldn’t piss this money away being an idiot and forgetting I had”
“He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls...”
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