"That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what."
“Another ‘universal truth’ Austen could’ve started Pride and Prejudice with: When you tell yourself not to think about something, it will be all that you can think about.”
"You," he says, “are so much weirder than I thought."
"Well, for what it's worth, before tonight, I assumed you went into a broom closet and entered power saving mode whenever you weren't at work, so I guess we're both surprised."
"Now you're being ridiculous," he says. "When I'm not at work, I'm in my coffin in the basement of an old Victorian mansion."
I snort into my glass, which makes him crack a real, human smile. It lives, I think.
"Until you got here," he rasps, "all this place had ever been was a reminder of the ways I was a disappointment, and now you're here, and I don't know. I feel like I'm okay. So if you're the wrong kind of woman,' then I'm the wrong kind of man."
“Until you got here,” he rasps, “all this place had ever been was a reminder of the ways I was a disappointment, and now you’re here, and—I don’t know. I feel like I’m okay. So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”