Anxiously waiting for reading the whole book…
“I’m calling.” Emma lunged for her phone.
“No!” Julian said, forcefully enough to stop her. “You know we can’t tell anyone. About Mark —“
“You’re not going to bleed to death in a car for Mark!”
“No,” he said, looking at her. His eyes were eerily green-blue, the only bright color in the dark interior of the car. “You’re going to fix me.”
“Katie: Our neighbor Rupert says, “Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”
Rosie: Rupert doesn’t say that. James Joyce did.
Katie: James who? Do I no him?
Rosie: He’s dead.
Katie: Oh sorry, did you no him well?
Rosie: What on earth are they teaching you at school?”
“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”
“I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.”
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”