Author of quotes: Gayle Forman. Page 1

- See? says Willem. - You're too hard thought. And the same with travelling. It is impossible for them to try too hard and it will still work. We need to embrace the chaos. Sorts of accidental accidents.

- If you're my friend raped or murdered, I will kill you.
- You Americans are only about violence and think. And I'm a Dutchman. I in the worst case, the bike will move.

Yes, the day has only twenty-four hours, but sometimes their experience seems much more difficult than climbing mount Everest.

... the rumors are even true, it's like fire, shut off the oxygen and it goes out.

Interestingly, people understand at least half of the nonsense that sometimes falls from their lips?

Perhaps the hour is heavy in front,
The longing and pain I wall surround
And will be forced to say then go away
Your love one rest I need.
Or the memory of the night for bread I suddenly give up.
Possible. But I do not believe his words.

... people always react inappropriately when something ceases to meet their expectations.

"Such a word even exists?" - I ask myself.
"What the hell's the difference, you're still talking to himself," I say to myself I'm swallowing a couple of pills.

I was mad at the whole world. The cause of this anger I knew. I hated all of his doctors for their uselessness. I was something like a small lump samarasosexy anger, and none of them could do anything but to tell me that.

The bridge is similar to a Ghost ship from another time, even when filled completely relevant to the twenty-first century people, the morning runners.
And I'm single again.
But I'm still standing. Still breathing. And somehow I'm fine.

To let go. All speak about it as about the simplest things. Recogni your fingers one by one until your palm will not open. But my hand is clenched in a fist during the last three years, and now it is tightly closed. I'm all tightly closed. Going to close completely.

And that's not what I meant. I just feel... vulnerable. I don't know, the world seems so huge when you're in the middle of an open area. If there is no room for you, if you have no home.

But I think in the corner we safe. While I don't make the mistake of throwing a controlling glance over the shoulder to make sure no one really looks at me. And in that split second is what I was hoping to avoid - I stumble upon someone's opinion. And I see that in the eyes of the illuminate glitter of recognition, as when you swipe your match. I almost feel in the air the smell of phosphorus. All of the following seem to be happening in slow motion. First I hear that it becomes unnatural quiet. And then hear a low rumbling, which spread the news. I hear his name, a whisper passed through the bustling train. I see passengers pushing each other elbows. Take out your cell phones, grab the bags, get together, shuffles the feet. All this happens in seconds, but it's always painful, as the moment when the first blow is already done, but have not yet reached the goal. The guy with the beard is prepared to come forward, opening her mouth to call my name. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, but as soon as he turn to me, the whole train staring at me. Thirty seconds before the gates of Hell open.

Music is the void. And you did that.