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"Everything in him quieted at those words, and the way she had spoken them. The deep love, the reverence. She spoke with a passion that could set the stars ablaze." I AM SMITTEN!!!

"That's not history—that's a story, designed to teach us who to hate and who to obey, what God to worship and what flag to fight for and what color eyes the most beautiful."

"You know that history is mostly happenstance. Accidents piled on top of mistakes, a series of dice rolled in dim rooms by careless hands. It is not a lesson, until we learn it. It is not a story, unless we tell it. And every story serves someone."

"'The body remembers,' she'd said.

But if the body remembered pain, it surely remembered pleasure, too. Perhaps your lips remembered mine, and my hands recalled the shape of yours; perhaps each time you touched me it left a subtle mark, so that my skin had become a map drawn in invisible ink, which might lead me back to you."

"Was that not how you loved someone? By hammering your body into whatever shape they liked best. And handing yourself to them like a hilt?"

CRYING. SCREAMING. SOBBING. THROWING UP VIOLENTLY.

In the last two pages or so, her hair described as "curled" in some shape or form has been used like three times and it's a little redundant

'"My point is...that we all fall in love in part with an illusion, because we all present an illusion to someone who we want to love us. We heighten the best bits of ourselves and hide the worst bits. And when looking at our partner we ignore the hints of the things that may annoy us and see only the good. The madness of first love."'

"She spat..."

Several sentences later:

"'You spit at him!"'

Lol