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The only difficult thing was that she knew there was only one Sam and he was not hers. She'd always thought she could live without a man, easily. This man, though, she was not so sure she could live without.

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"Everything´s uglier close up," she said.
"Not you," I answered before thinking better of it.

"I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose."

"Can I take back that nice stuff I said about you?"
"You can try. You'll be unsuccessful, but you can still try."

"Communication is too easy in the modern world. It is a curse as well as a convenience," Kalona said.

He had grown up with parents who told him he could be whatever he wanted to be, that if he wanted to be an astronaut or a pilot or a florist or an actor, then he could do that. They told him he was brilliant at everything he turned his hand to, that they were proud of him every single day. That´s what parents were supposed to do, and he had always taken it for granted that all children had that, but clearly Darcy hadn´t.

"I´ve seen the sort of person you are, kind, compassionate, fiery. You´re friendly and warm. You´ve made friends in the last few days, which is more than I´ve done since I´ve been here. You don´t have trouble connecting with people, but I think you held yourself back because you knew these men weren´t right for you. The right man would wait for you to be ready to sleep with him, not get angry because you made him wait. The right man would make your first time special, not pound away at you when you´re lying there scared to death. And the right man would be patient enough to work through the barriers you´ve made to protect yourself, even if that meant pulling your walls down slowly brick by brick because they can see that girl on the other side is worth the wait."

"You have this soft natural beauty that just shines from you. You don´t need anything to make you sexier than you alredy are."

No matter how fucking hard I try, I always come out on the bottom.

"You have nothing to prove to them. You haven´t let them down, they´ve let you down by making you feel inadequate, as if how you choose to live your life isn´t good enough for them. If I ever have children, I would make sure they knew how proud of them I was, no matter which path they chose."

Fuck me. God does exist and he sent an angel in a white Mustang to prov it.

I only meant to make sure the guy would keep his distance, not sprint for Alaska.

You know, empathy really is a two-way street.

I think the happiest people are those who haven't fully grown up.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

"You know, you can always be our far-far guard and stay behind with that thing," I told him.
"Mm,I´ve had enough." He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out, leaving it behind, I hated that almost as much as him smoking in the first place.

Sure, why not? Stress was the answer to everything lately.

Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I´d learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.

I'd felt stuck for a long time, leaving a past I wanted to forget and headed toward a future I didn't want.