“You’re too focused. Too high-strung. Too…” Eros trails off as he continues to look into Levi’s blue eyes. “Too caught up with being in love.”
“Those blue, blue eyes, icyblue, looking back at me as if I couldwarm them up. They’repretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.”
“I'm like those placid dogs a family buys when the dog they choose first is too high strung. I'm the pet's pet.”
“You’re being watched too, remember?”“I wasn’t aware—”“That some of the screens you’re looking at are looking at you?”“Yes.”“Well, they are.”
“Don't be too sure,' he continued. “The other day I took up a man who hanged himself on the road. He was a Swede, too.' 'Hanged himself! Why, in God's name?' I cried. He kept on looking out watchfully. 'Who knows? The sun too much for him, or the country perhaps.”
“I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.”