Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.
Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.
She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.
my unexpected trip to the light may have been cancelled, but here I was, still paying the cost of the return ticket
The door banged open, and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. 'It's not what you think,' she said. 'It was just—oh, okay, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now, ?
I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your though...