“Maybe this was a better way, even though it seemed alien. To be part of this amorphous group, believing love could come from any direction. So you wouldn’t be disappointed if not enough came from the direction you’d hoped. —” — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Let's just give her a ride into town," Suzanne said. She spoke briskly, like I was a mess that needed to be cleaned up.… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“None of this was rare. Things like this happened hundreds of times. Maybe more. The hatred that vibrated beneath the surface of my girl’s… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Money is ego, and people won't give it up. Just want to protect themselves, hold onto it like a blanket. They don't realize it… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“There are survivors of disasters whose accounts never begin with the tornado warning or the captain announcing engine failure, but always much earlier in… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“The possibility of judgment being passed on me supplanted any worries or questions I might have about Russell. At that age, I was, first… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Mislila sam da ljubav koju prema nekom osjećaš djeluje kao zaštitna mjera, pa će ta osoba razumjeti raspon i snagu tvojih osjećaja i onda… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“A rock, I thought crazily. He'll pick up a rock. He'll break open my skull, my brain leaking onto the sand. He'll tighten his… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“The built-in preventative of another person meant I couldn’t indulge the animal feelings, couldn’t leave orange peels in the kitchen sink. I dressed right… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“I was already starting to understand that other people's admiration asked something of you. That you had to shape yourself around it.” — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Mitch studied me with a questioning, smug smile. Men did it so easily, that immediate parceling of value. And how they seemed to want… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“No-one had ever looked at me before Suzanne, not really, so she had become my definition. Her gaze softening my centre so easily that… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“How drugs patchworked simple, banal thoughts into phrases that seemed filled with importance. My glitchy adolescent brain was desperate for causalities, for conspiracies that… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“But I could not fully admit it, even then. The way Suzanne's face looked as she watched him - I wanted to be with… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
