“Eliot, huh?" she says. The thin fabric of her long T-shirt brushes my arm. "Is everyone in your family named for a famous symbolist poet?" No, I'm named for someone who was supposed to be in the Bible but isn't."… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
I pu my finger to her lips. "You have to hush a minute so that I can tell you something." "What?" she says, bites… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
You asked me if I believed in magic, and I said yes, and that's how. You just step out, start pulling your life out… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
But how he acts, and what he says, and what he does, and who he is, they don't line up anymore, and the lie… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
Cal," I whisper into her sleep, "if you go, you know what? You'll break my liver." I want to pretend that it's a joke,… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“I know all the magazine tell you to do everything for yourself, but that's not how I think it really works. I think you… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“Here is where they tell you, if you only believe, you, too, can live happily ever after.” — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“Okay, Ella. Is it possible for you to be any more vague?" "Maybe," I say, smiling at her.” — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
Don't tell anyone this, but I have never been to Disneyworld. I don't know if I ever will, but I would like to. — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“When you grow up the way I do, and the biggest thing in your life so far has been getting dunked in a glass… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
I want to show you something,” I say. What?” He dabs at his lips with the napkin, and for a moment I’m wishing so… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“Cal: "I'm really sorry, Professor, but how do you explain these ? Swiss Cake Rolls. That doesn't rhyme; it's not cute; it's not childlike.… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“You can tell all of us are morphing into full-blown adults, wingtip adults, because all the time now the Big Question is, What are… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
All of it seems like noise and false light, and all I want for tonight is quiet, the black and gray of a summer… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
“We start home, his hand on my leg again and my hand over his. We are quiet, but this time it's the dark blue… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
