Betrayal lived in a separate realm than sex, a realm that was far more innocent, and far more erotic. — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“Rivalry glued the girls together in a way that regular contact could not.” — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“Their looks and personalities were still intact, but some thing had atrophied ever so slightly. Their faces bore the distinct wear of goals gone… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all carnal sins, the kind that occurs before skin touches skin, before wondering turns to yearning, yearning to having, having to holding for dear life, when two people cling to each other so desperately that… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share
“Physical attraction did its part to glue them together, but something stronger than sexual attraction sealed the bond. When men and women grow apart,… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“If something terrible happens to me, it's not my job to spare you from my pain.” — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“Assigning degrees of blame to betrayal is a difficult project, much like deciding which of two murderers has the more wicked heart. With murder, there are tangible distinctions. First degree is intentional; second degree, irresponsible; third degree, accidental. But with crimes of the heart, the distinctions are more subtle. Who is it to say when a secret turns into a… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share
“The crux of the problem was this: He was at once everything and nothing she needed. Seen from afar, they were picturesque, a symphony of superior genes, a study in storybook promise. But when they were alone together, they were curiously ill suited, sometimes mortifyingly lacking in secrets to share and things to talk about. But common wisdom condoned this,… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share
“The state of being lost, he seemed to imply, granted him a kind of freedom.” — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“He began to view writing as a petty ambition, a frivolous and indulgent whim, creativity itself as the pathology of the very young or… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
“The sound of his voice was an overwhelming relief, like remembering the name of a beloved song or returning to a childhood haunt to… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
