“I'm trying to compliment you," Barclay say. "Can't you just say thanks?” — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“I mean, contrary to popular belief, I'm actually not harboring a secret desire to grow up and become a bioterrorist.” — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“So your perfect proposal, what would it be?" Ben asks. "Seriously?"... "I don't know. It would just be the two of us, and I guess I'd want him to say something honest, not overly romantic, not something that would make a great story to tell his friends. I'd just want him to lean over..." As I say it, I lean… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share
“And the way it felt?" I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I'm about to deal. "Is that how you… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the lines of his lips, because I know. I know this may be the last time I ever see him. Breathe fills my lungs, my throat… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share
“When the zipper snaps open, Ben pauses, his breath hot in my ear. "Janelle Tenner," he whispers. "I fucking love you.” — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“This is the second fucking time I've gotten shot when I was with you. I don't think we can be friends anymore.” — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“Life is a fragile thing. Apparently the whole world is fragile too.” — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“I'd chosen this spot. We'd tried to get out in the water once, but it was summer and people were everywhere. Even at night, there were bonfire parties and midnight surfers. We'd all snuck out and come here at three in the morning a few weeks ago, but nothing had worked right. It was too hard to concentrate and work… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share
