“The trouble with words is that no matter how much sense they make in theory, they can’t change what you feel inside.” — Rebecca James Copy Share Image
“And when I look into his eyes there’s a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“Nadie es completamente bueno de pies a cabeza. Al menos yo no lo creo. Intentar ser bueno, o al menos intentar no ser malo,… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“Truth or Dare?" she asks. I hesitate. "Truth," I say finally. "I can imagine one of your dares, and I don’t fancy running down… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“Katherine:Anyway, if you're not bad, you can't be good. Robbie:What? You have to be bad to be good? That's stupid. It doesn't make any… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“The trouble with words is that no matter how much sense they make in theory, they can’t change what you feel inside.” — Rebecca James Copy Share
“There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace,… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“True. But your're sad." I sit up. "Am I?" "I don't know. Are you?" "I don't know. Are you?" He laughs. "I am if… — Rebecca James Copy Share
“Katherine,” he says when we finish. We’re breathing each other’s air and lying side by side, our noses almost touching. “Mick,” I say. “I… — Rebecca James Copy Share
