He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.
Laini TaylorWas there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out of reach. A sense would come over her while she was drawing or walking, and once while she was dancing slow and close with Kaz, that she was supposed to be doing something else with her hands, with her legs, with her body. Something else. Something else. Something else.
Laini TaylorWe only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.
Laini Taylor