You can trust me, he says.
You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?
You don’t. But I ain’t.
Be careful, Angel, he says. When you stare at a man like that, he’s likely to git any number of number of … innerestin ideas.
Moira YoungI'm gonna hafta kiss you, Jack, I says.
I wish you would, he says.
Slim throws me a startled look. I aim my bolt shooter at him. Who am I, you sonofabitch?
Helluva time for a identity crisis, he says.
Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.
Moira YoungStichwörter: sleep dreams finding-yourself
Don’t you dare walk away from this, Jack, don’t you dare, Molly says fiercely. Most people don’t ever feel what yer feeling. Be with her. An if it lasts one hour, one night, a week a month, it don’t matter. Be with her, burn with her, shine with her… fer whatever time’s given to you.
Moira YoungAll the time I’ve knowed you, Jack, you kept the door to that heart of yers locked up tight an the key hid away. Looks like she found it.
He says nothing. Molly waits. Then:
Keys ain’t her style, he says. She kicked the door down.
Whatever it is, I sure didn’t go lookin fer it.
You don’t hafta, she says. If it’s meant to be, it’ll find you. We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t. Not really.
he’s seen enough to know that you can’t kill all the badness in the world. You cut it down in front of you only to find that it's standing right behind you.
Moira YoungStichwörter: life good-and-bad laine-s-fave
My heart breaks. I hear it break. I feel it.
Moira YoungStichwörter: laine-s-fave heartaches
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