I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.

I'm not good at talking about myself.

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.