“You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.”
“I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.”
“I . . . Why do you want me to?” There was a flicker of something in Greta’s look. I couldn’t tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness, and then she said, “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” Because you hate me, I thought, but I didn’t say it.”
“You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.”
“The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. And you couldn’t be indifferent to him if your life depended on it.”
“You probably didn’t hear me, but I told you I loved you that night. I couldn’t seem to stop it from slipping out.”