Klikk på en bok for å legge inn et sitat.
If she hadn't in some way filled the void he left she would have fallen into it and died.
I discovered that I had a space inside me that could swallow up every feeling in a very short time.
Maybe at that moment something somewhere in my body broke, maybe that's where I could locate the end of my childhood.
I slipped away, and am still slipping away, withing these lines that are intended to give me a story, while in fact I am nothing, nothing of my own, nothing that has really begun or really been brought to completion: only a tangled knot.
All the best ones went. We were left with the lesser ones. It's always like that in war.
'I love you,' I tell her.
'That's a terrible thing to say to a girl,' she replies
What are the old for, if not to envy the young?
Perhaps this is an illusion all lovers have about themselves: that they escape both category and description.
Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question.
When I kissed him, it was like jumping off the top of a cliff, every time.
Suddenly, the space between us felt very small.
'We were close' said Lorna softly. 'Very. And then we weren't.'
Love's just too painful a secret to keep.
This is what he does. He makes stories into weapons.
In that split-second I felt she had seen everything. Me, him, the space between us.
We knew we were too young for our bodies.
I thought, If I speak, all this will be true. I knew the words spoken would turn into the truth lived.
I was so grateful that my heart beat by itself because I knew I would never be able to make it work if I had to do it. My heart's independent beats, beats that worked no matter what terrible thing had happened, made me feel tenderness toward my body and my insignificant life.
He gave me two cigarettes and said, Go on girl, set yourself on fire.
I believe in love at first sight. Be careful what you look at.