“And Delilah had gotten through life by putting herself first, only concentrating herself with what she knew was true, because she’d learned a long time ago that she couldn’t control anyone but herself. She couldn’t change anyone’s mind, couldn’t make someone love her who had no interest in doing so, and couldn’t keep someone from leaving her if that’s what they wanted to do.”
― Delilah Green Doesn't Care
― Delilah Green Doesn't Care
“All this time, the biggest lie Declan had told himself was that he hated his father.
What he’d really meant, every time he thought it, every single day, was: I miss him.”
― Greywaren
What he’d really meant, every time he thought it, every single day, was: I miss him.”
― Greywaren
“And finally, after nearly everyone had gone to bed, Ronan and Adam lay on their backs on one of the roofs and watched the stars get brighter. Without taking his eyes off the sky, Ronan reached out his hand to Adam to offer him something. It was a ring. Without taking his eyes off the sky, Adam put it on.
They sighed. The stars moved overhead. The world felt enormous, both past and future, with their slender present hovering in the middle.
It was all very good.”
― Greywaren
They sighed. The stars moved overhead. The world felt enormous, both past and future, with their slender present hovering in the middle.
It was all very good.”
― Greywaren
“He and Matthew would be talking about something entirely different and then suddenly Bryde would break off and be all "consciousness is a map to every place we have ever been and will be and yet no one here will consult it and thus is lost" and Matthew would ask, "Have you ever read anything about clinical depression?”
― Greywaren
― Greywaren
“…what amazed Matthew about the punch was the fact that it appeared at all. The fact that his hand made a fist and the fist took a journey and the journey ended on Declan’s face. The punch knocked Declan right off the stool and onto his back on the tile floor, fancy brogues pointing at the ceiling light. It knocked the breath right out of him (Matthew heard it) and it knocked the car keys right out of his pocket (Matthew saw it). A second later, his spilled coffee cup rolled off the counter and joined him on the floor with a clatter. It amazed Matthew that his hand, right after punching Declan, snatched the car keys off the floor. It was like he was a whole different person. It was like he was Ronan. “How do you like it?!” Matthew shouted daringly.”
― Greywaren
― Greywaren
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