“What a mess we are, I thought. But this is usually where any hope of improvement begins, acknowledging the mess. When I am well, I know not to mess with mess right away; I try to let silence and time work their magic. [p. 100]”
“I am well and truly messed up.”
“Honestly, I don’t quite know how we got to this point. I hated him on sight. I did this only for the money. I thought he was a fucked up mess. I still think he’s a fucked up mess. But so am I. And he’s so beautiful, so thoughtful, so vulnerable. We can be a mess together. I want to heal him. I know I can heal him.”
“I can try to disable it," I said, "but if I mess up, this whole apartment is going to fill with gas. We'll die."Thalia swallowed. " I trust you. Just... don't mess it up.”
“I didn’t know what I thought, other than that nothing was easy anymore and no matter what I did, things got messed up.”
“I am a law student in my first year at the law, and there are many moments when I am simply a mess.”