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“So—Jacques Cousteau?” “Right. He used to say that the most beautiful creatures are always the most dangerous.”
“It’s like coming home to your own brightly lit house after wandering alone for years in the unwelcome dark.”
“Because you have a smile like a sunrise and eyes that could end all wars, and you have no idea, you have no fucking clue, that when you look at me, you’re looking at a dead man.”
His face twists with misery. His eyes are wet. When he speaks, his voice cracks. “But mostly because you give me hope. You fucking haunt me with hope. And I can’t forgive you for that.
Sometimes what looks like perfection is nothing more than a chocolate-dipped turd. And sometimes what you find in the gutter covered in mud that looks like a turd is really a diamond. A big old, chunky diamond that some other fool threw out because she couldn’t see that all it needed was a little TLC to make it shine.”
I’ve taken the first step down a dark, uncharted road. I don’t care. I’m no longer afraid of the dark. I’ve discovered an extraordinary creature who lives there.
“Very pretty,” says Grace. “And will you be playing the jazz flute for the talent portion of the pageant, Miss California?”
“Oh, it’s time for funny A.J. to come out and play? Thanks for the heads-up. Let me just look around for my neck brace because I’ve got a nasty case of whiplash from all your prior mood swings.”
Welcome back to the human race, Prince Charming. We’ve missed you here.”
Because for a man like me, the most beautiful, dangerous creature of all is love. I fell in love with you sight unseen, just from the sound of your voice, and I knew if I didn’t make you hate me, I’d do the most selfish thing in the world and try to make you mine.”
There are moments that brand you. There are moments that alter you, that you recognize, even as they’re happening, will leave you different afterward than you were before. It’s these life-changing moments that make you who you are, more so than the family you were born into or all the experiences you had leading up to them. For better or for worse, once you’ve lived through such a moment, you can never go back.
Faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see.
“Lovey, do you have anything to drink around here? I’m so dry I’m practically Mormon.”
