“Half of them loved her like a daughter, and other half wanted to spread her legs, but either sort would die for her.”
“She'd half loved men, and they'd half failed her.”
“…one half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half…”
“Over time, we would learn each other and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.”
“The hell with this aching, suffering, callow, half-assed delusion that he was in "love" with her. The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.”
“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”