For a moment, I felt like myself again. Not the new me, not the old me, just the real me.
Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.
If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.
You're not a nuthatch, Laurie.""Oh, but I am. I'm totally upside down. I'm a very backward kind of guy.
Never heard you talk about a man this way. Usually you rattle off their attributes like you're fixing to fricassee the poor sons of bitches. God help the poor bastard you ever fall in love with.
Oh, Troy? He’s no one. He wanted something more from me than I could give.”“Friends with benefits?” Laurie asked, blushing as he said it.“More like frenemies with benefits.
It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.
You're too young to be so old.
Happier than a bird with a french fry.
I want you to say it, so I know you'll never forget. I want to hear you say my name.
What better time to be kind to a beautiful stranger than when she’s weak, and rocking a schnoz like the Godfather?
For the first time in ages I felt a tiny pinprick in my heart--not like it was breaking, but like something small and unseen had begun sewing it closed again.
