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"You are a Fox. You are always going to be nothing." Andrew stubbed his cigarette out. "I hate you."
"Nine percent of the time you don't."
"Nine percent of the time I don't want to kill you. I always hate you."
"Every time you say that I believe you a little less."
"No one asked you." With that, Andrew caught Neil's face in his hands and leaned in
Andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil's mouth. Neil's heart stuttered to a stop at the first hard press of lips against his and he reached up without thinking. His hand made it as far as Andrew's jaw before he remembered Andrew didn't like to be touched. Neil caught hold of Andrew's coat sleeve instead and knotted his fingers in the heavy wool.
+ “…I couldn’t quite get the word for the whole feeling of it, the feeling that was so strong in the room”
- “Love.” The Giver told him.
Sayfa 125Kitabı okuyor
"Perhaps he said to her: 'I long for you when you are with me, as if you were far away.' And perhaps she said to him: 'I embrace you when you are far away, as if you were my breasts.' Perhaps he said to her: 'I melt at your glances and become music.' And perhaps she said to him: 'Your hand on my knee makes time sweat, so rub me so that I melt away.'"
Sayfa 56 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
for whatever reason, he would point his withered finger at a single spot in the vast sky - always the right place, as i eventually discovered - and that spot had significance for him and no one else.
"A woman may often want to hide her emotions for a man," said Charlotte, "to stop people talking. But when she hides them too well, she'll lose him"
With my whole heart, I wish Cardan was here. I can almost imagine him
lounging on a chair, giving me pointers on speechmaking. It would have
annoyed me so much, and now, thinking of it, there’s a cold pit of longing
in my stomach.
I miss him, and the pain of it is a yawning chasm, one into which I yearn
to let myself fall.
She was missing him so much..
What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.
The hardest thing—the impossible thing—is to get past the memory of
Cardan telling me he loved me. He said those words, and I didn’t answer
him. I thought there would be time. And I was happy—despite everything
—I was happy, just before everything went so terribly wrong. We won.
Everything was going to work out. And he loved me.
“Please,” I say to the dirt floor of the brugh, to the earth itself. “I will do
whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just
please fix him. Help me break the curse."
Jude
HIM <3
“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I
guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all.
Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
Cardan
“The finest line of poetry ever uttered in the history of this whole damn country was said by Canada Bill Jones in 1853, in Baton Rouge, while he was being robbed blind in a crooked game of faro. George Devol, who was, like Canada Bill, not a man who was averse to fleecing the odd sucker, drew Bill aside and asked him if he couldn't see that the game was crooked. And Canada Bill sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, and said, 'I know. But it's the only game in town.' And he went back to the game.”
“It occurred to him that the reason he liked Wednesday and Mr. Nancy and the rest of them better than their opposition was pretty straightforward: they might be dirty, and cheap, and their food might taste like shit, but at least they didn’t speak in clichés. And he guessed he would take a roadside attraction, no matter how cheap, how crooked, or how sad, over a shopping mall any day.”
“You," she told him, "are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown.”
"I'm going to kill him, malysh. It's going to be slow, and it's going to be painful. Just give me his name."
