Extraits

_Métamorphose, a-t-il dit.

Je l'ai dévisagé, interloquée.

_Un mot de douze lettres pour changement, a-t-il proclamé, très fier de lui.

«En fixant l'eau, je me suis rendu compte que je n'avais nulle part où aller, plus aucun endroit où fuir. Je n'avais plus qu'à rester ici et à affronter la terrible vérité. J'ai mesuré, alors que d'autres larmes coulaient, combien j'étais fatiguée d'esquiver, fatiguée de ne pas en parler tout court, fatiguée de prétendre que tout allait bien quand ça n'avait jamais été aussi mal.»

“And I’ve realized that the Beatles got it wrong. Love isn’t all we need—love is all there is.”

“A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.”

“You said you didn’t want to waste your time on people who aren’t going to matter,” I said, and he nodded. “But how do you know they’re not going to matter? Unless you give it a shot?”

“The thing is that people only get hurt—really hurt—when they’re trying to play it safe. That’s when people get injured, when they pull back at the last second because they’re scared. They hurt themselves and other people.”

“Daddy," I whispered, feeling my own breath hitch in my throat. "I love you."

Just when I was sure he was asleep, the one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. "I knew that," he murmured. "Always knew that.”

“Just because you'd left something behind didn't mean that it had gone anywhere.”

“Looking at it, I got, for the first time, why people would bring flowers to sick people, stuck inside the hospital with no way to get outside. It was like bringing them a little bit of the world that was going on without them.”

“But one thing that I was learning about what happened when you stuck around—it usually seemed that other people were willing to stick by you as well.”