Sawyer And Kate Quotes

Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.

I suppose it's why I usually loved to get lost in a good romance novel, because it would let me escape into the fantasy that I hoped to make come true one day. -Kate, Zack

That’s why I walked the same route to the LRT as I always did after seeing Shawn. It occurred to me that I should find another route to set my mind off course, that I could erase sections of memory that always held me when I walked this street. I thought that if I found a path I’d never taken, I’d be able to clear my head of Shawn, Kate, Carly, Mark, everyone. Maybe if I travelled somewhere new. Maybe if I met some new people. Maybe if I reinvented myself somehow. But I didn’t, because the path I took no longer signified anything. I kept straight down the same path I had taken every other time. I climbed the same steel staircase that seemed to lead straight up to the clear, wide Calgary sky.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum,

She had been braced for a certain amount of nostalgia this weekend. It's only to be expected that being back in your child- hood home, saying farewell to all the nooks and crannies of the place where you became the person you are, is always going to invoke memories. She just hadn't been prepared for which memories they might be, and how, remembering those moments, would feel like living it all over again.

How did they get here? When did everything change? Why didn't she notice the time passing so quickly?

How funny that a noise like that should provoke such an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. She's heard a million cars come to a standstill on gravel in her lifetime, but that particu- lar noise, the duration of it, the way the tyres have to curve against the stones before stopping, that is a noise that imme- diately pulls her back to the late 90s - the three of them scrambling to look as though they'd been doing homework as Mum arrived back from work, or bracing themselves for the brittle conversation between their parents when their dad had arrived to take them to their grandmother's on his allotted weekends.

It's a new beginning. She should be happy. And she is. She is. But where there are beginnings, there are always endings too.

I want the sea. I want real life and art and food and friends and sky and water.

But she forgot that, if she fell, her family was there, waiting to catch her like one of those big trampolines that he'd got to use in that fire- fighter show

Yes, she thought, wrapping a towel around her hair. She'd send the card tomorrow. Because this perfect life of hers wouldn't truly be perfect until she had her sister back in it