Just … isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. 'Cather...' Back up to his eyes.'You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

What would it be like to hold a different girl?

It’s a number.”“It’s not,” she said. “It’s a chance to wake up new.

Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.