“In him I saw my furtureIn him I saw my friendIn him I saw my destinyBoth my beginning and end”

“She had the face of an angelI saw mirrors in her eyesWe were the same, she and IBoth bound by potent lies.In him I saw my futureIn him I saw my friendIn him I saw my destinyBoth my beginning and my end.”

“I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid meditations, where were as pointless as socks with sandals.I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE.”

“I want him to see me as I saw him then. I want him to find me alone at the end of the day with the sun in my hair. I want his heart to buckle, too.”

“I never saw the face of Cobbett...I should not know him if I met him in my porridge dish.”

“When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.”