Mell

“He’d told them what Saturday night meant. The mattress, the plastic sheet. He told them of Matador in the fifth. He said he loved her from the very first time she’d talked to him, and it was his fault, it was all his fault. Clay melted, but didn’t break, because he deserved no tears or sympathy. ‘The night before she fell,’ he said, ‘we met there, we were naked there, and –’ He stopped because Catherine Novac – in a shift of gingerblondness – had stood and she’d walked towards him. She lifted him gently out of his chair and hugged him hard, so hard, and she patted his short flat hair, and it was so damn nice it hurt. She said, ‘You came to us, you came, you came.”
― Markus Zusak, Bridge of Clay

“When you have children, you’ll never be able to worry about a friend as much again,” Dov said.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“How about ten words then?” I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.” “I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.”
― Lauren Asher, Terms and Conditions

“Friendship,” Marx said, “is kind of like having a Tamagotchi.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow