“I love your hair, malyshka. It’s the first part of you I saw- the back of your head at your wedding. And then you turned around and looked right at me. But you weren’t looking at me—you were looking past me, toward your new husband, with this infatuated glow in your eyes. The first woman I wanted to look at me was too busy staring at another man. That was when I started to hate him—and I still do, even though he is dead”—his voice roughened with a slight accent—“because he got that look from you, and I never have.”
" ... it’s gotten me down lately because what everyone says nowadays is true—all people talk about or do anymore is money. And it’s not just my friend Warren, who married for money and now never reads a book or laughs or helps anyone but only tells you how much things cost, and who spent his engagement celebration sequestered in the Rodeo Gardens so his ex-girlfriend wouldn’t find out until it was too late. "
Sayfa 32 - COUNTERPOINTKitabı okudu
" sometimes
the apology
never comes
when it is wanted
and when it comes
it is neither wanted
nor needed
- you are too late "
Sayfa 152 - Andrews McMeel PublishingKitabı okudu
She promised herself never again to disturb the peace of this man's life. Unfortunately her promise was made too late, as such promises often are.
you are too late
sometimes
the apology
never comes
when it is wanted
and when it comes
it is neither wanted
nor needed
Sayfa 184Kitabı okudu
“You can take any shape you please, isn’t that right?”
His head tips down. “It is.”
“Then change,” she says. “I cannot bear to look at you.”
A rueful smile. “I rather like this form. I think you do as well.”
“I did once,” she says. “But you have ruined it for me.”
It is an opening, she sees too late, a crack in her own armor.
Now he will never change.
Part 2 - Chapter VIIKitabı okudu
