I've been waiting for you all night and day,' she said. Froi shivered. He realised that the words came from Quintana the ice maiden. Realised, as he felt his face heating up, that the idea of this Quintana waiting for him with excitement spoke to parts of him he believed to be dormant. And then she winked. 'Did I do that right?' she asked. Her smile was lopsided and he saw a glimpse of the teeth. And Froi imagined that he would follow her to the ends of the earth.
No, no, no, no,no,' he gasped. 'You can't bring up your mum and dad while your hand is down there, Finke
The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.
Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.
See, I remember love. That's what people don't understand.
No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]
But you pashed Jonah Griggs and he's the leader of the enemy.
You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.
Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That's all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.
Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.
It's too late. Seventeen-year-olds don't need fathers. Oh god. I'm thirty-four years old and I need a father. I can't even begin to think what my daughter needs.
You're the father of the person who is my life.
There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!
The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.
What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.
She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.
You're good enough, Jacob.
What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.
We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit. I think I kind of love you too.
Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue.
Living is the challenge. Not dying. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take you eighty years and you do something in that time.
It's called peaceful coexistence, Santangelo. You should try it and if it works we may sell the idea to the Israelis and Palestinians
I don't care what my friends think." "You care what they'l do when they remember that you're the one with personality.
And suddenly I know I have to go. But this time without being chased by the Brigadier, without experiencing the kindness of a postman from Yass, and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breath for the rest of my life.
What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.
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