“Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss”
“All I knew was that I would die if he sent me away. He shrugged. You can cut a man’s heart out with a shrug, did you know that?”
“I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.”
“Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”
“There is nothing like love. You should try it.”Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.”
“You like being in love with someone who’s not going to love you back.” She opened her eyes. He looked at her. “Why would I like that?” she asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know.”