Bokelskere.no

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other

"And we'll never love anyone else but each other"
"No. Never."

...where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil

I can't think of a moment when I have broken form, become another version of myself that I want and need to forget [...] I follow the rules of who I know myself to be and can't seem to be anything else, not even in moments of great stress when surely a meltdown would be acceptable

When it comes to my memory there are three categories: things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I forgot I'd forgotten until I remember them

My body is a separate thing. It ticks like a clock; times is inside it. It has betrayed me, and I am disgusted with it

It disturbs me that he can remember some of these things about himself, but not others, that the things he's lost or misplaces exist now only for me. If he's forgotten so much, what have I forgotten?

The past has become discontinuos, like stones skipped across water, like postcards

I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars, their fellow veterans. I think, I once threw things at this man

The important parts exist in the silences between the words

We are survivors, of each other

This goes along with another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise

You don't loook back along time but down trough it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away

I started to like the feeling of melancholy [...] The way that it felt good when you put a thumb on a bruise and pressed down

I was see-through. I was static on a television screen.

In a way I am perpetuallly and permanently in a state of rehabilitation. In an attempt to rehabilitate from the shock of being born. Some people are too sensitive to withstand that

I don't know why I was upset about not being an adult. It was right around the corner. Becoming a child again is what is impossible. That's what you have a legitimate reason to be upset over. Childhood is the most valuable thing that's ever taken away from you in life, if you think about it

If you want to get a child to love you, then you should just go and hide in the closet for three or four hours. They get down on their knees and pray for you to return. That child will turn you in to God. Lonely children probably wrote the Bible

Love is a big and wonderful idea, but life is made up of small things