Extraits

“I’d skipped the crush kiddie pool and jumped right into the deep, shark-infested ocean of emotions. And, if you’ll forgive the dramatic metaphor, I was a lousy swimmer.”

“He sleeps with everything that moves, and his brain is located in his pants - which means it's microscopic.”

“Despite my best efforts, I smiled. He wasn't perfect, or even remotely close, for that matter, but, hey, neither was I. We were both pretty fucked up. Somehow, thought, that made everything more exciting. Yeah, it was sick and twisted, but that's reality, right? Escape is impossible, so why not embrace it?”

“- He's arrogant, and he sleeps with everything he can get his filthy hands on. Most of time, I just want to claw his creepy eyes out. How could I like him? He's a jackass.

- And girls love jackasses. That's why I can't get a date. I'm too damn nice.”

"Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you"

Où qu’on aille et quoi qu’on fasse pour s’occuper l’esprit, la réalité finit toujours par nous rattraper, avait dit Maman au sujet de sa relation avec Papa.

“I'm perfectly fine with being used. But I would like to know for what I'm being used.

Distraction

That much I gathered. What am I supposed to be distracting you from? There's a chance that if I knew, I could do my job more effectively.”

" Ça me va parfaitement qu'on se serve de moi. Mais j'aimerais savoir pour quelle raison on se sert de moi."

"Distraction"

C'est ce qu'il m'avait semblé. Et de quoi suis-je supposé te distraire ? Si je le savais, il y a de grandes chances pour que je fasse mon boulot avec d'avantage d'efficacité.