“Something tells me we're not in Kansas anymore""You did not just say that”

“Then, completely unbidden, a series of images flashed through my mind. Roger drumming on the steering wheel. Roger sleeping next to me in bed, the blanket falling of his shoulder. Watching me carefully as we drove through a rain-soaked Kansas night, asking me to talk to him. Offering me the last french fry.”

“Roger: "God, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."Amy: "Really"Roger: "Oh yes. Since Kansas. At least.”

“And sometimes,” she added, in slightly hushed tones, like she was letting me in on a secret, “if you don’t feel great on the inside, just look great on the outside, and after a while you won’t be able to tell the difference.” (Bronwyn)”

“What happened?" I asked. "What did you say?"Roger put the key in the ignition and looked over at me. "I told her good-bye," he said. Then he started the car and put in in gear, and we headed out.”

“If you like everything, that’s basically just saying that you don’t really like anything.”

“If you don’t feel great on the inside, just look great on the outside, and after a while you won’t be able to tell the difference. - Bronwyn”