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Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

Silence is so freaking loud

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

I've always had a keen sense of history. My father was an antiques dealer and he used to bring home boxes full of treasures, and each item always had a tale attached.

Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.

Oh! Did you hear that Haley Spencer asked him to homecoming?” she exclaimed. “Of course I didn’t. You’re my source of gossip, remember?

But nowadays I feel guilty that I am granted the immunity of the artistically gifted, having never actually achieved anything to prove myself worthy.

To tell a tale so great as to tear the soul inside out"Sara Niles, Torn From the Inside Out

He has never understood that sometimes real love requires one to let the beloved go. Probably he never will.

But I have never wanted to be perceived as chatty and bright. I have always wanted to be solemn and mysterious.

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

Say what you want to say, and let the words fall out. Honestly, I wanna see you be brave!

Did it do me any good, early in life, to believe so many things which were not true? Or did it damage me? Pouring a foundation of disappointment, of uncertainty.

If you guys wanted to blend in, you shouldn't have send Dimples here. The way some of the women are staring at him, I might end up having to protect him instead. -Relentless

I look at the cake in my mother's arms and think: here stands the only person in the whole world who'd go to such trouble for fractious, ungrateful me.

Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?

The good thing about the aristocracy – German or English – was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.

Food in wartime Britain, she had to admit, was hardly inspiring.

People don't like it when you say real things.

Remember that you don't owe anyone an apology. You are who you are, you have no choice, and that is beautiful.

But no, now I see I never meant to Ben what Ben meant to me. If there was anything I said which resonated in return, he found a better speech elsewhere. My romance went no further than his coat.

The thing is, I'm not the only one this consciousness stuff is happening to.

Don't live your life like a movie. Always thinkin you could've been something. Don't live your life for me or for anyone. You live your life as if you're one.

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she’d bolt.

This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.

She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water.

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

Reticence was clearly a national characteristic, even if the other person spoke French.

Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove.

I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won't do anything about it. That I will only remain here and wait for death to indulge me.

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.

Nature is not kind

I don’t really want fame and fortune

This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.

The library is a symbol of freedom.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.

We are in the middle of the biggest revolution in reading and writing since the advent of the Gutenberg press.

What bothered me was all of the time he wasted by drumming, and all the time I wasted by listening to him drum, by taking pleasure in it, for pleasure is almost always a waste of time.

Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards them, automatic doors which do not open automatically as I approach.

And out the bus window, here is my dead world come true, my whole dead world in motion.

If there’s one shade a woman of colour can’t wear it’s got to be the one everyone expects, hasn’t it?

But now I remember, of course, I'm never going to be old.

I think: by the time I'm old, nobody will be able to die any more.

In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you gave her was a bone-shaped beach stone.

Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.

These past two days, I’ve seen a fire in your eyes that I never have before. Granted, it’s mostly anger and frustration, but it’s still emotion.

My only chance is to pretend it's a day like any other

I'm always right, always wrong. Dressing bad's like loving you there is nothing i haven't worn. Nothing, I haven’t said before. You are nothing I haven’t felt before.