“How do you make love to someone when you know they’ll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never be anything after that?” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“You would have to be loved before you could be changed by it,” she added. “And I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t love you.” “You’re breaking my heart.” “Not that it isn’t an interesting thought. If anything could possibly affect you. I don’t know. What would happen if someone did love you? I think you’d reject them; in… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share
“How do you make love to someone when you know they’ll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“Everyone wants to be the survivor, but they seldom realize how very high the cost is.” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“Why is this,” she asked, again in that dreamy tone, “so much more real than that? One’s night, one’s day, why is this so… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“That’s what forgiving was: seeing someone for what they were, flaws and all, not what you wanted them to be, not what they should… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“Just in case you were thinking, on some level, that there was even the slightest bit of enjoyment in it for me. That I… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“I’ve been fucked up the ass by Fate. What do you think you can do to me with your little, fucking penis?” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“But you could conceivably be attracted to me. Theoretically.” “But then again. Maybe not. Your eyes, I mean. Because, of course, you’re a homicidal… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“what's right isn't always what's exciting. And what's wrong isn't always a drag.” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“I am. A child is helpless; I think it is the betrayal that destroys them. But a grownup is – usually – not helpless.… — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“It’s soul against soul in here, isn’t it?" "And may the best soul win!” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
“This game has become so complicated, even I’m beginning to lose track of the sides.” — B.G. Harlen Copy Share Image
