Цитаты из книги Dangerous Boys

Our lives are made up of choices. Big ones, small ones, strung together by the thin air of good intentions; a line of dominoes, ready to fall. Which shirt to wear on a cold winter`s morning, what crappy junk food to eat for lunch. It starts out so innocently, you don`t even notice: got to that party or that movie, listen…

He was watching Ethan`s gasps with a dark look of victory. This was his prize. Not just that Ethan was dying, but that I was the one who`d done it. His student. His instrument. The ultimate betrayal. And that`s when I realized, through the haze of blood and power, I would never be safe with him.

Some pieces couldn`t be glued together. Some people weren`t for fixing. Sometimes, the only thing to do was burn the whole fucking world down and start again.

Stop pretending. Stop hiding. Stop being the girl they all said you should be. Imagine that freedom. God, can`t you feel it? What harm could it do?

We all pretend to be so much better than we are, but if you`re really honest with yourself, you`ve felt it. Lying there, silently willing their hands lower, their touch harder. Wishing you could tell them just what you need, but finding you have no voice, no words to sound. Nobody`s told you how to say those things.…

"Your first kill," he murmured. He pressed his fingertip against my mouth and I felt the smear of blood, wet on my lip. A shudder of revulsion trembled through my body, but then his mouth was on me, capturing my lips in a kiss, pulling me closer, tight against his body. I tasted metal, and him, and then there was nothing…

Do you even know you`re lying to yourself? Or have you been pretending so long, you don`t even know the difference any more?

"Don`t you know? There`s no such thing as the truth." Oliver yawned. "We all walk around trapped in our own subjective consciousness, experiencing the same events through a totally different lens."

From the moment you're born, people start folding you into neat pieces and tucking you inside a box of their own design. No, it starts even before then, the moment the sonogram shows a faded blur. Blue for a boy, tractors and race-cars, big and strong and brave. Pink for a little princess, pretty and sweet. They dress you…

I remember something, from a book Oliver gave me months ago. It said that we`re all irrevocably trapped inside our own minds: just as it`s impossible for anyone to truly know us, we can`t begin to hope to know anyone else. I understand it know. You can be a part of someone`s life for years, your parent or brother or…