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371 pages, Hardcover
First published September 16, 2014
“i love you,” i say to him, only it comes out, “hey.”
“so damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “dude.”
”Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before--you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers. You could find your way around in the dark if you had to."
“I love you,” I say to him, only it comes out, “Hey.”
“So damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “Dude.”
“People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.”
“What is bad for the heart is good for art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists.”
“I don’t want a split-apart,” I say. “I think I need my own soul.”
“We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”
I know he's taking a hundred pictures, but I don't care anymore. A hot series of shivers is running through me as he continues clicking and saying: Yes, thank you, this is totally bloody it, perfect, yes, yes, sodding hell, God, look at you. It's like we're kissing, way more than kissing. I can't imagine what my face must look like.
"You're her," he says finally, putting the cover over the lens. "I'm sure of it."
"Who?" I ask.
But he doesn't answer, just walks down the aisle toward me, a lazy, lanky walk that makes me think of summer. He's completely unwound now, went from high gear to no gear the moment he covered the lens. As he approaches, I see that he has one green eye and one brown eye, like he's two people in one, two very intense people in one.
“It’s time for second chances. It’s time to remake the world.”
“In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I’m not.”
“Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.” Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.”
“I didn’t know you could get buried in your own silence.”
- "I am my brother’s keeper"
- “Reality is crushing.
The world is a wrong-sized shoe.
How can anyone stand it?”
- “I love you," I say to him, but it only comes out, "Hey"
"So damn much," he says back, it only comes out, "Dude”
- “I'm falling forward with the force of two years of buried grief,
the sorrow of ten thousand oceans finally breaking inside me-
I let it. I let my heart break.”