E. Lockhart

Does she stay because she loves him as meat loves salt?
Or does she stay because he has now promised her the kingdom?
It is hard for her to tell the difference.

“But do you even want to see the whole picture?” Gat asks. “Could you even understand it?”

Silence is a protective coating over pain.”

And here, I have killed them.

It doesn’t matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love.

So much

in love

that equally desperate measures

must be taken.

We are Sinclairs.

No one is needy.

No one is wrong.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest.

Wished she could undo everything that had happened.

If only she could go back in time, Jule felt, she would be a better person. Or a different person. She would be more herself. Or maybe less herself. She didn’t know which, because she didn’t any longer know what shape her own self was, or whether there was really no Jule at all, but only a series of selves she presented for different contexts.

Were all people like that, with no true self?

Or was it only Jule?

She didn’t know if she could love her own mangled, strange heart. She wanted someone else to do it for her, to see it beating behind her ribs and to say, I can see your true self. It is there, and it is rare and worthy. I love you

How dark and stupid it was

to have no self when life was stretching out before her.