More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Yeah, watch me ride the high of this moment until the next freaking ice age.
experience the horror that is the rectangle pizza in an American public school cafeteria
There’s no pain when you’re dead. No grief.
“When’s your birthday, Henrik?” “January ninth. Why?”
“What is this?” “Another manifestation of your ownership of me.”
“And if I want to wear it? If I choose to wear my ‘if found, please return to Henrik Karlsson’ jacket?”
“Whatever you want, Teddy. You can have whatever you want from me.”
Lord knows he’s done enough for me already. Whatever my husband wants, he gets.
“Nice mode, huh? I didn’t know my wife came with a nice mode. Is that only available on one of them newer models?”
You’re mine, Henrik. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone, my own mother included, make you think you’re not worth saving—”
This feels like a timeless moment. You get so few of them in life. Moments when every part of you is set to record. It’s not just something you see with your eyes or feel with your hands. Your soul takes a picture too.
But a truly timeless moment? Moments even your soul sits up and takes notice of? Those make an imprint deeper than a photograph. Those last forever.
I want a library of cataloged prints. I want messy stacks of memories, too many to fit on the shelves—with
“I want to. Teddy, do it. No more walking around this world as halves. Make us whole.”
“Better than a roller coaster?” I can’t contain my cheesy quip. “Baby, you know you’re my favorite fucking ride.”
