“It's such a big world," She'd say wistfully. "Something is always happening somewhere.”
“Something is always happening somewhere.”
“You might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface, and if something happens, it'll stick its head out and say 'Hi.' You don't seem to realize that. You were made somewhere else.”
“This world always says to go somewhere else,but it always ends up on your eyes”
“Fuck. This was bad. It had happened, hadn't it? The thing she thought would never happen, the thing she was always so careful not to have happen. She'd lost count, she'd lost track of what exactly she'd taken, and it had happened.”
“I believe I've come to understand something. Love isn't always big and dramatic. It's big, it's deep, but it's also quite and calm.”