If I think she’ hot and it turns out she’s a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I’m totally not ready for that kind of therapy.
BARRY LYGAWe humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.
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You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
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. . . but there’s a restraining order in place.’ She speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. ‘I’m not supposed to be this close to you.’ You were never supposed to be this close to me,’ I say, and I have no idea why.
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Look, my dad has a saying – we’ll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
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See, forgiveness doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not an event – it’s a process.
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We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
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We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.
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Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.
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…She’s not buying [the lie], but there’s nothing else on the shelves.
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Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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I do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
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Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
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A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
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And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
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He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.
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