“I’m sort of… coming off a bad relationship”“When did it end?”“Slightly before it started.”

“I’m sort of… coming off a bad relationship”“When did it end?”“Slightly before it started.”

“His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo.”

“When I wake up on Sunday Mornings - late, you always let me sleep in - I come looking for you, and you're in the backyard with dirt on your knees and two little girls spinning around you in perfect orbit. And you put their hair in pigtails and you let them wear whatever madness they want, and Alice planted a fruit cocktail tree and Noomi ate a butterfly, and they look like me because they're round and golden, but they glow for you.”

“You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?”

“Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.”

“From: Beth Fremont To: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder Sent: Thurs, 09/30/1999 3:42 PM Subject: If you were Superman … … and you could choose any alter ego you wanted, why the hell would you choose to spend your Clark Kent hours — which already suck because you have to wear glasses and you can’t fly — at a newspaper? Why not pose as a wealthy playboy like Batman? Or the leader of a small but important nation like Black Panther? Why would you choose to spend your days on deadline, making crap money, dealing with terminally crabby editors?”

“So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.”

“Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear”

“You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening.”

“She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes."You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?”

“There's nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself." Professor Piper”