He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.
JOJO MOYESHe smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.
JOJO MOYESI frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics-
JOJO MOYESI know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
JOJO MOYESHow is it possible to exist with so much pain?
JOJO MOYESI will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.
JOJO MOYESI just… want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.
JOJO MOYESIf I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.
JOJO MOYESThere is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.
JOJO MOYESYou decided what you thought you’d like me to do, and you went ahead and did it. You did what everyone else does. You decided for me.
JOJO MOYESThis life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.
JOJO MOYESThere was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?
JOJO MOYESBelieve me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you’ve…um…entertained his wife.
JOJO MOYESBut don’t blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she’s still experimenting.
JOJO MOYESWe are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God’s purpose to understand.
JOJO MOYESI hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.
JOJO MOYESSometimes, she realizes suddenly, it is simply a matter of blind faith.
JOJO MOYES