I opened the book to the title page, which said the book was "A Fictional Memoir." I had no idea what this meant, except that maybe it was one of the ways that Exley was crazy: maybe when he called his book a fictional memoir, it meant that he couldn't make up his mind, which is one of the things people really mean when they call someone crazy.
Brock ClarkeIf a book is made up of things that are hard to believe, then we were like something out of a book.
Brock ClarkeSome people, when desperate, retreat to pills or hard liquor. I nap.
Brock ClarkeMaybe that's the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that's not.
Brock ClarkeI didn't normally talk this way: but sometimes you have to pretend to be an innocent child to learn something about the complicated world of adults.
Brock ClarkeI almost touch her on the arm as she touched me on the arm, to console her. But I fear that my touch won't tingle her arm as hers tingled mine, and how unbearably sad that would be.
Brock ClarkeI took notes as they divided the world between those who had stuff taken away from them, and those who took, those who did bad things in a good way- gracefully, effortlessly- and those bumblers who bumbled their way through life.
Brock ClarkeOh no," I said, because if our life is just one endless song about hope and regret, then "oh no" is apparently that song's chorus, the words we always return to.
Brock ClarkeTags: life hope mistakes regret
There's nothing as quiet as that moment before one person is about to tell another something neither of them wants to hear.
Brock ClarkeLove is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.
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