“I kind of love Colin Farrell again. I think it started with In Bruges. No, I’m lying. It started when I saw a clip of his sex tape where he’s manning the camera and instead of getting all Sex Tape-y, he goes, quite genuinely, “GOD, I’m a TERRIBLE cinematographer.”

“He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.”“If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.”

“Would an evil man show this much concern for me when I’m upset? Stand up for me? Rescue me in the middle of a concert? That’s who you are now. Not the man who almost killed Colin Westwood. But one who’s sorry for what he did and wants to move on with his life.”

“He ran the back of his fingers along her cheek. “Being withyou this weekend made me realize how much I actually missed you. Andnot just sexually. I miss your smile. Your laugh. Your presence. Our latenight conversations while we lie in bed and I hold you. The way you raiseyour right eyebrow when you think I’m being an idiot. The way youknow exactly what I’m thinking or what I need without me having to evensay it. It just hit me hard that I truly miss you.”

“People say that rape is not sex, that it's violence," Lucy says, bitterly. "But it's also sex. You can't get around that," she says. "he didn't run me over with a car. He had sex with me. You're not supposed to do that. You're not supposed to have sex with an eighth-grader. You're not supposed to have sex when you're in eighth grade. It was very intimate. You can't get around it. This part of the body," she says, gesturing from her heart to her lower abdomen, though I understand she means to indicate her vagina. "If you're sitting around with a group of women, talking about various traumas, someone will say, I got beaten by my mother. But if you say, I got raped, it's a different thing."I wonder if that is true. Is rape really the worst sort of violation? I'm not sure. I often wonder why it matters whether we're penetrated or not. There is the pain, but the pain doesn't last. The shame does.”

“But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.”

“I blinked them back, hard. I had a feeling that if I let myself start crying, there was a very real possibility I would never stop again.”