Rwrb Quotes

Awesome, fuckin' love doing things out of spite.

For what it's worth, that is the bravest son of a bitch I've ever met

He wants to set himself on fire, but he can't afford for anyone to see him burn.

He wants to match the new freckles across Henry's nose to the stars above them and make him name the constellations

I don't give a damn what Joanne has to say Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won't hear a word against it.

When they kiss, Alex can hear a half-remembered proverb from catechism, mixed up between translations of the book: “Come, hijo mío, de la miel, porque es buena, and the honeycomb, sweet to thy taste.” He wonders what Santa Chiara would think of them, a lost David and Jonathan, turning slowly on the spot. He brings Henry’s hand to his mouth and kisses the little knob of his knuckle, the skin over the blue vein there, bloodlines, pulses, the old blood kept in perpetuity within these walls, and he thinks, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, amen.

It's weird that the thing with Henry could make him understand this huge part of himself, but it does.

I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.

He sleeps in fits and starts, wakes up sweating, wakes up shivering. He dreams in short, fractured scenes that swell and fade erratically. He dreams of himself at war, in a muddy trench, love letter soaking red in his chest pocket. He dreams of a house in Travis County, doors locked, unwilling to let him in again. He dreams of a crown. He dreams once, briefly, of the lake house, an orange beacon under the moon. He sees himself there, standing in water up to his neck. He sees Henry, sitting naked on the pier. He sees June and Nora, hands clasped together, and Pez on the grass between them, and Bea, digging pink fingertips into the wet soil. In the trees next to them, he hears the snap, snap, snap of branches. “Look,” Henry says, pointing up at the stars. And Alex tries to say, Don’t you hear it? Tries to say, Something’s coming. He opens his mouth: a spill of fireflies, and nothing. When he opens his eyes, June is sitting up against the pillows next to him, bitten nails pressed against her bottom lip, still in her bathrobe and keeping watch.