I’d like to point out that we’ve had zero problem reaching each other’s mouths.

I don’t care about anything. But I care about you.

They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!

We’ll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.

I laugh, and it sounds like I’ve been sucking helium.

I don’t believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

How much detention did you get?”Two weeks. One per arsehole.

Mi cuarto esta oscuro, y Etienne envuelve sus brazos a mi alrededor. Escuchamos a la cantante de ópera en un silencio tranquilo. Estoy sorprendida por lo mucho que extrañare Francia. Atlanta fue casa por casi...

Do adults realize how lucky they are?

For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Tomorrow. Right now, I only want you.

Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it...

Har. Bloody. Har.

Confidence, darling.” He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. “You could learn something from me, you know.

To: Anna Oliphant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So . . . Does that mean I can call you now?

STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

I’m saying I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into...

—En París, es común reconocer a alguien atractivo. El francés no desvía la mirada como otras culturas lo hacen. ,No te habías dado cuenta? St. Clair piensa que soy atractiva. Me llamó hermosa.—Créeme, no quieres...

I’m sorry,” he says.”What? Why?””You’re fixing everything I set down.” He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. “It wasn’t polite of me to come in and start touching your things.””Oh, it’s okay,”...

The directness of her question throws me. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities…to get together with someone. And we’ve both screwed up so many times”- my voice grows quiet...

A moment of reserve. “That was it? The whole story?””Yes. God, you’re right. That was pants.”I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. “Pants?””Rubbish. Crap. Shite.”Pants. Oh heavens, that’s cute.

I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly.”If you ask me to kiss you , I will,” he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.”Kiss me,” I say.He does.

I look at you, and I think about you, and … I don’t know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

He’s so close, yet so far away.” – Anna

You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.

St. Clair clears his throat. ‘My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I’d ask you all to join us, but I don’t want you there.

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.

I’ve always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action […]

Sólo hay una cosa que no me gusta de él. Ella.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can’t say it aloud, because he’s my friend. And friends don’t let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day

I just can’t fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there’s a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.

I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he’d see there’s more to me than shy, just like I see there’s more to him than slacker