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I look up after the last chord and smile. I tell Antony Barellan to shove it up his arse, and I see Dad clapping his hands off. I give him a little wave to show him that it's okay to be happy. I give him a little smile to show him what it looks like. — Cath Crowley
If my like for you was a football crowd, you'd be deaf 'cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty. — Cath Crowley
We were the only three people awake in a world half asleep and the air felt heavy with maybe. — Cath Crowley
Emma Forest?" Jazz asks. "His ex is the girl with the big ... ?"
"That's the one," Daisy tells her.
Jazz looks at her chest. I pat her shoulder. "Guys care about personality too."
"Girls like me started that rumor. — Cath Crowley
What are you doing?' 'Asking the universe questions.' 'The universe just dumped you over the side of a steep hill. You really want to ask it questions? — Cath Crowley
People keep calling it an accident. That snake bit me on purpose. I've named it Sneaky. Sneaky had it all planned. I saw its face. — Cath Crowley
The past is with me; the present is here. The future is unmapped and changeable. Ours for the imagining: spreading out before us. Sunlight filled, deep blue, and the darkness. — Cath Crowley
After about half an hour I give up, thinking he must have stumbled home, when I find him. I'm in the girls' toilets, washing my hands, and I hear drunken poetry being recited from the end stall.
I walk down to it, push open the door, and there he is, lying on the ground, his head between the wall and the bowl. "Do you mind? I'm having a private moment here, Rachel."
I crouch on the floor beside him. "Here's a tip for a private moment: don't have it on the floor of the girls' toilets."
"The girls?" he asks.
"The added extras didn't give it away?"
He lifts his head and squints at the unit in the opposite corner. "Not a mailbox?"
"Not a mailbox, Henry," I say as I try, unsuccessfully, to haul him into a standing position. — Cath Crowley
What's up with you?" "I'm grounded," I say, just to say something real. "I told Mum to fuck off." He whistles. "Why'd you tell her that? Any other 'off' leaves room for parole. 'Sod off,' 'shove off' - even 'sock off' is still pretty satisfying." "You've told your dad to sock off?" "Once. He said, 'What the fuck is "sock off"? Be a man and tell me to fuck off.'" "So did you tell him?" "No. Because that was the trap. There's never time out for good behavior with 'fuck off. — Cath Crowley
Art like that doesn't need words. That painting tells you something by pulling you into it and pushing you out and you know what it's saying without words being spoken. — Cath Crowley
It's like he's picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It's beautiful. — Cath Crowley
Right now, I'd be willing to kiss Ed through a bag. So it's true what they say about teenage hormones. It seems I'm raging out of control. It's not very Jane Austen of me but it feels pretty good.
The problem is, Ed's acting all Jane Austen on me and he won't stop talking. Shut up, I want to say. All talk and no action is really kind of frustrating. — Cath Crowley
I think she likes post-apocalyptic fiction so much because she's genuinely happy at the thought that the world might end. — Cath Crowley
You've been looking like this for months." Leo does something strange with his face.
"I don't look like that."
"Yeah. You do."
"I'll look like that if Daisy dumps me, and she'll dump me if she thinks I lied," Dylan says.
"You threw eggs at her head. Odds are she's dumping you anyway." I turn to Leo. "We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was art for art's sake. We said the more people knew, the more chance the cop's pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew."
"Are you sure I didn't say it was to score girls? — Cath Crowley
I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew. — Cath Crowley
Remember
Love doesn't make the world go round
Sex makes it spin for a second or two
If you're lucky
So do chips, sausage rolls and girls in short skirts
Remember
Love
Lays its fingers on your heart
And holds it
Under water
Remember that
When the next girl smiles — Cath Crowley
These must be the most depressing words in the history of love. I tried really hard to love you. — Cath Crowley
You can't drive them around in the getaway van.' 'How about we don't call it the getaway van? People might get suspicious.' 'So what should we call it?' 'How about the van?' 'It doesn't change what it is and that it's a shitty thing to do. Someone might see them in it. — Cath Crowley
Being different is the only way to live — Cath Crowley
You threw eggs at her head. Odds are she's dumping you anyway. — Cath Crowley
Words matter, in fact. They're not pointless, as you've suggested. If they were pointless, then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history. If they were just words, we wouldn't write songs or listen to them. We wouldn't beg to be read to as kids. If they were just words, then stories wouldn't have been around since before we could write. We wouldn't have learned to write. If they were just words, people wouldn't fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, and stop aching because of them." (p. 210) (Henry Jones) — Cath Crowley
This did not comfort me. — Cath Crowley
It was about friendship, and pink vans, and doing the wrong thing, but still finding redemption in the end. — Cath Crowley
Mum says when wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones. — Cath Crowley
I hear people talking about the feeling they get when they pain stuff in illegal places. Leo says he gets this fast-moving fear swinging through him, running from his heart to everyplace under his skin. I pain to get the thoughts in me out. I paint so it gets quiet under my skin. — Cath Crowley
I never fell in love with her so I guess the part of the brain that controls love doesn't respond to being called a dick.'
'For your sake, I'm hoping no part of your brain responds to being called a dick.'
'Fair point. — Cath Crowley
Love's like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there's no way you're getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there'd be still all the cracks. — Cath Crowley
So I saw Beth today. She asked me how you were doing. Sounded like she wants you back."
"We were over months ago."
"You mind if I ask her out, then?"
"You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran's house? — Cath Crowley
I think back to the night Leo talked to me from the floor, telling me he didn't like sleeping because that's when he dreamt. Telling me because in the dark it felt like we weren't awake, weren't even real. — Cath Crowley
Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine. — Cath Crowley
The universe must be having a slow night. — Cath Crowley
I guess there are a lot of people who don't know the right thing to say. You don't notice them so much because they pretend they do. — Cath Crowley
What sort of party is this?" Lucy asks, staring at a group of guys who look like they walked off the set of Prison Break.
"The fun kind," Leo says. "Go have some. We'll find you after I talk to my brother."
"The fun kind?" Lucy shouts to Jazz. "I'm pretty sure I saw that guy over there on 'Crime Stoppers' last week." She's right. She did. — Cath Crowley
I like the idea of her bottles. Memories that are nothing but a strange shape floating inside of you, memories that are nothing but empty bottles. And the good stuff, glassed in so it can't float away. — Cath Crowley
Jazz tells Lucy to relax and tries to kick her under the table. I know this because she kicks me instead. "Aim more to the left," I tell her, and she has another go. "Farther left," I say, and enjoy watching her hit the target a couple of times. — Cath Crowley
I've almost seen him. And Poet, she says, and I want tot say, You have seen him and you didn't want him. — Cath Crowley
Tonight's going to be one of those things that seem to last forever. — Cath Crowley
I am trying to bend the laws of time so I can get here five minutes earlier — Cath Crowley
You're funny, which you can't be if you're not smart. Dad says it's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them smile. — Cath Crowley
seems like a lot of trouble for a boat that's going nowhere. — Cath Crowley
Don't go confusing stupidity with guts." -Bert — Cath Crowley
A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards.
"I predict I will," she said. — Cath Crowley
I wonder how she could forget about it, a thing like that. And I wonder how she can go on living if she doesn't. — Cath Crowley
Dale Chihuly." She pulls out her phone and moves close to show me a picture of his work. "It's an eleven meter-long chandelier at the Victoria and Albert Museum."
It looks like one of those tanges she drew, only it's hanging from a ceiling. Blue and yellow. A sideways ocean.
"It looks to me like a feeling pulled straight out from under your skin," she says. — Cath Crowley
I can't tell Beth about me being Shadow. She'd get uptight about me doing something she thinks is dangerous."
That's not why you won't tell her. You won't tell her because what's on that wall is what's going on in there." He tapped my head. — Cath Crowley
Let me meet Poet, too, but mainly Shadow. The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers. A guy who paints things like that is a guy I could fall for. Really fall for — Cath Crowley
We've basically just met, so I'll say this gently. Are you completely crazy? — Cath Crowley
You're weird," she said, falling asleep. "But that's okay. It makes me seem normal. — Cath Crowley
The course made me think a bit, you know. That we're smart enough to get out of here. We're just too stupid to work out a way. — Cath Crowley
The night didn't go so well because I broke his nose, which was an accident that happened when I hit him in the face because he touched my arse. — Cath Crowley
But I don't believe that the future gives us signs. I think that we look back and read the past with the present in our eyes. — Cath Crowley
You know who Mr. Darcy is?"
"I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is. — Cath Crowley
Everything in the world's got a voice; most people don't hear hard enough is all. Sunrise sounds like slow chords dripping from my guitar this morning. Sad chords, in B-flat. — Cath Crowley
I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in. — Cath Crowley
They can't see me but I can see them. I don't stand because I've been standing all morning. Plus, this is my small protest against Luke and Rose. I can't serve you if I don't exist. Get lost in that existential dilemma. — Cath Crowley
You were right. Real is better. The truth is better. It makes you feel kind of stupid, but it's better. — Cath Crowley
Sometimes a memory is a thing that can't be explained using words. — Cath Crowley
I escaped onto the wall, a painted ghost trapped in a jar. I stood back to look at it and I knew the sad thing wasn't that the ghost was running out of air. the sad thing was that he had enough air in that small space to last him a lifetime. What were you thinking, little ghost? Letting yourself get trapped like that? — Cath Crowley
What you leave
isn't always there when you come back. — Cath Crowley
Nothing about art is a waste of time. It's the time wasting that gets you somewhere. — Cath Crowley
And I look at him because he needs to be looked at. He needs to be seen. I hate that he has been on his own for so long painting graffiti moons in the dark keeping quiet about who he really is. — Cath Crowley
He smells the same - peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books. — Cath Crowley
I'm psychic," she said, and looked at me looking nervously at the lock. "Psychic. Not pshycho. I'm Jazz Parker. — Cath Crowley
I come out of the bathroom and the first thing I see is Ed. Okay, it was a long shot, but I was half hoping he would cease to exist while we were gone. — Cath Crowley
I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience. — Cath Crowley
I didn't say you weren't smart. I said you were stupid."
"I guess I'm too dumb to see the difference. — Cath Crowley
Love and romance are things worth waiting for. — Cath Crowley
How can I explain to her that I just can't come home? It's too soon, it's too late; I do want to be with Helen every second of the day but at the same time I don't want to be with her at all. I want to have back what I felt at the beginning. I could no more leave her then than leave my arms or legs.
How do you find the beginning, though? There are no roads or signs. You start to doubt it even exists. The hardest thing isn't deciding that I want to go back to when Helen and Gracie and I were us. The most difficult thing is finding the map to get there. — Cath Crowley
It takes a lot of wanting to get out of a place like this, though. It takes wanting so bad it's all you care about, all you dream about, all you breathe. Some days I think it takes more wanting that I've got. — Cath Crowley
words do matter. They're not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history and they wouldn't be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn't listen to songs, — Cath Crowley
I try not to look at her because it's weird to check out your best friend, but I can't stop noticing things that I can't believe I've missed all these years. Her ears are exactly the right size. Her head is exactly the right shape. She smells fantastic.
'What?' she asks.
'Your head,' I tell her, 'is a very pleasing shape.'
'Likewise,' she says, and smiles. — Cath Crowley
Kiss me, I think. Go on, kiss me. At least grab my arse. — Cath Crowley
We said it was for art's sake. we said the more people who knew, the more chance the cops'd pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew.'
Are you I didn'nt say it was to score girls? — Cath Crowley
I've known Dave so long that I can tell what he's going to do before he does it. I don't want to meet the person who can predict what Luke's about to do; they'd have to be crazier than him. — Cath Crowley
It's a different kind of missing. You're trying to remember, and he's trying to forget. — Cath Crowley
Her eyes always bothered me when we were kids. They still do. They make mine ache trying to see where they end. — Cath Crowley
I like that the skies go nowhere. In the painting. I like that the birds want to get away but they can't. I like the reflection of paint in the dark. — Cath Crowley
Why do want to find him so bad?' I ask after a while, but she's not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. 'Why do you want to find him so bad?' I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. 'I just do.' - Ed Skye — Cath Crowley
Open skies painted above painted doorways and painted birds skimming across bricks trying to fly away. Little bird, what are you thinking? You come from a can. — Cath Crowley
I like to think of love as being slightly more forgiving than time. — Cath Crowley
She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something. — Cath Crowley
When wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. — Cath Crowley
The falls is the only place that's not quiet here. Dave and Luke don't know it, but sometimes I go there on my own. I go to scream. I go to tell the world to get lost under the run of the water. I stand till I'm drowning in something other than this place. — Cath Crowley
He's got this way of smiling that makes me want to throw him down and kiss him. And yeah, I know that any guy I have to throw down to kiss probably isn't Mr. Right. Still. I can dream. — Cath Crowley
Gorilla, a guy who got his name because he's hairy and because his arms are so long his knuckles scrape the floor. He's grinning and moving closer and she's blocked in on all sides by a mass of bodies. I look at her and him. I look at the window. I think back to our date. She can always break his nose if he gets too friendly. I jump through, land on the grass, and turn around. Who am I kidding? I want to see it if she breaks his nose. — Cath Crowley