“How? Will you make it okay? Take me in when I get my slip? Marry me when my residency is void?” Her breath comes up short at that, like I said something offensive. And it must be, to her. I want to remember this, this borderline disgust at the idea of me, but for some reason I can never keep it long enough to stop wanting her.
I loved re-reading this quote after finishing the book. It has new meaning now!
