I love you. Remember. They cannot take it
I told you," he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you." "You don't know me," I say quickly. "I want to, though.
Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.'I'm tired of sleeping.
I'd never undetstood how Hana Could lie so often and easily. But just like anyhting else, lying becomes easier the more you do it.
And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you've ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you know? That makes you want to scream and jump up and down and break stuff and cry...
Somehow, the pain only makes it better, more intense, more worth it.
You can't bluff your way past everyone." "You mean about filleting that guy?" Sera returned. "Who said I was bluffing?
Sleep," he commanded. "You need to rest after being jumped." "You could jump me.
If she couldn't be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be. Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.
Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?" Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. "Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second." A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, "She was a nightmare.
Fucking unicorns wouldn't be hard to chase, as they'd probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.
Rook cocked his head. "Harlen would want me to give you more time." "I could punch you again, even while being proxied," she offered. "Would that satisfy you?" "And into the Scrape we go," he said.
Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.
Segregation has it all wrong. We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.
For the first time in my life I actually feel sorry for Carol. I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know something she doesn't know: I know that life isn't life if you just float through it. I know that the whole point- the only point- is to f...
And suddenly it's all so ridiculously and stupidly clear I feel like laughing. This is what I want. This is the only thing i've ever wanted. Everything else---every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss---...
