“I look for patterns that nobody else does. Like I noticed that my face looks like a tablecloth. Especially when I have food all over it.”
“I like looking back at people's faces in the dark. I like noticing details that no one else sees. But I hate it in the old American movies when drivers don't watch the road.”
“I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.”
“Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.”
“I just looked at the pattern of my life, decided I didn't like it, and changed.”
“What does he smell like?” “Smell like?” I scrunched up my face. “You know, he looks like he’d smell good.”