“I can't figure you out," I say.
His expression doesn't change at all, but his voice has a tinge of amusement to it when he says, "I didn't think you wanted to."
"That's because I thought I had you figured out. But I already told you I was wrong. You're layered"
"Layered?" he repeats. "Like an onion or a cake?"
Definitely an onion. Your layers are the kind a person has to peel back."
Is that what you're trying to do?"
I shrug. "I have nothing else to do. Maybe I'll spend the summer peeling back all your layers until you finally answer a question.”
―
Colleen Hoover,
Heart Bones