“I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.”
“Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone. Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the way or something. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but what was wrong was that it just wasn't right.”
“I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.”
“Once upon a time and long ago, in fact so long ago that I couldn't have been there, and I wasn't there, but I'll tell you anyways: once upon a time and long ago...”
“If I couldn't trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.”
“Why didn't you say something sooner! I said He wasn't the only one disgusted. This is my first time on a horse. Really? Blaec said dryly, I couldn't tell. Oh just pretend its my son you're riding.”