This was his first novel. Nothing more really needs to be said. The dudes incredible.1.It was only four days previous that he made his eye blue from a mismanagement with a brick wall.
2.If you want to know why so many girls want to be with me, it is because I am a very premium person to be with. I am homely, and also severely funny, and these are winning things.
3.I had performed recklessly well in my second year of English at university.
4."One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family."
5.We do not speak in volumes...
6.I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
7.We are all too good for each other.
8.Father removed three pieces of ice from the refrigerator, and punched me. "Put these on your face," he said, giving the ice to me, "so you do not look terrible and manufacture a disaster in Lvov."
9.Sometimes he would rock her to sleep in his arms, and read her left to right, and know everything he needed to know about the world. If it wasn't written on her, it wasn't important to him.
10."His name, though." "Her name," I rectified him, because I am first rate with pronouns.
11.They pulled at one another in the grass: brassy young men driven with lust, jaded women less wet than breath on glass, virgin boys moving like blind boys, widows lifting their veils, spreading their legs, pleading - to whom?
12.I observed that the hero had small rivers descending his face, and i wanted to put my hand on his face, to be architecture for him.
13.(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
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