What did she care what became of this world when her loved ones were dead and gone?
She was addicted to literature like some people were addicted to heroin.
Now, Emily didn’t make a sound. There was something more defining about the soundless reality that condemned the paradigm of passion.
He dropped the joint in the dirt and ran inside. It wasn’t his first, and wouldn’t be his last. The joint, that is. Not the kid. He was pretty sure, at this point, that he would never have sexual relations with his wife again.
What to do with life? Get out of bed, Derek. That’s what you do. You get out of bed, and you get yourself a cup of fucking coffee. That’s all you can do.
The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.
Let her go,” Brendan said, and Will did. And that was the biggest mistake of his life. Letting her go.
She ignored his feverish, sweaty skin, his violent trembles, and she kissed him. As he passionately held her against him, the whole world disappeared. It was just him. It had always been him.
Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.
He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He’s a Reed. It’s what he does.
Christian submitted to the roll of his eyes, the churn of his stomach, the break in his knees. He willingly fell out of consciousness, surrendering his heart to the blackness. She was gone. He was gone. Life on earth didn’t matter anymore.
He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.
The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.
He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.
It takes two to tango, and if you dance too long, implosion is inevitable.
What is perfect, anyway? The absence of perfection and the existence of human nature in place of something we want to do or we don’t want to do, is an excuse, not an exoneration.
Life wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t supposed to be. Eternal beauty could not exist if it were not for the face of a fatal flaw.