“I know I shouldn't turn to look at Cicely, no matter how much I want to. So I don't. But I can't stop myself from looking in the rearview mirror, as if looking at her indirectly will help somehow, like looking at an eclipse.”
“I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.”
“These jeans looked so good on me when I looked in the mirror I wanted to fuck myself.”
“Somewhere you are holding the person I love," the boy said. "So, when I look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want to return to her, and I need your help so that I can turn myself into the wind.”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don't look so suprised. It's called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?”
“I don't think we're fit for visual consumption."Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. "Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I...""Look like shit.”