“If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess”
“Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.”
“You can't touch me," I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.”
“You can't tell me I matter and then leave like I don't.”
“Have you ever tried?''No.''Then don't tell me I can't.”
“Why don't they just take him out?" I asked. I'm not politically minded, as I guess you can tell. Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. "So direct, so classic," he said. "So American.”