A Deal with the Devil

“Because,” I say, unable to meet his eyes, “everyone in your life seems to take something from you, and that’s not what friends do. I guess I’d rather be your friend.””

— Unknown

“think half of adulthood is pretending to have your shit together when you clearly don’t.””

— Unknown

“love isn’t an exchange. It’s not something you hand out only if it can be returned in equal measure. Love is handing your fragile heart to someone else because you want him to have it, no matter what he’ll do in response.””

— Unknown

“I get the feeling all your knowledge of my homeland comes from reading books about nineteenth century orphans.””

— Unknown

“Love is handing your fragile heart to someone else because you want him to have it, no matter what he’ll do in response.””

— Unknown

“saw her photo on Jonathan’s desk and started looking for her all the time, because she worked at this bar I’d pass on my way home,” he says. Weirdly…it doesn’t sound like a lie. “I saw her reading while she was walking in, even though it was raining. And I thought she was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen in my life, so I followed her.””

— Unknown

“His gaze holds mine. “If it were an option,” he says, suddenly fierce, “I’d never be willing to share you.””

— Unknown

“No offense, but that sounds extremely dull,” he replies. “A good sex scene is essential to any meaningful work of fiction.””

— Unknown

“I can see where a night with you would indeed be exhausting,” I reply as he rises. “I bet you don’t say please or thank you once.” “Yes, because men who say please and thank you during sex are generally referred to as customers.””

— Unknown