“The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
“What’s all the yelling about?” Kishan asked.“Would you please tell your sorry excuse for a brother that I’m not talking to him anymore?”Kishan grinned. “No problem. She’s not talking to you anymore.”
“You can’t really have patience. You can be patient – if that’s what’s up for you.”
“What’s up?” I said.“Nothing.”“I mean what’s wrong?”“My leg is broken.”“Yeah, I noticed.”
“It’s strange how dreams get under your skin and give your heart a test for what’s real and what’s imaginary.”
“If body language is 90% of a conversation, then obviously what’s being said is only half as important as what’s not being said. And what are you saying? I can’t hear you when my back is turned.”