Extraits

Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

P.130

" I won't say you're pretty, because that dog already did. And I won't say you're funny, because you have had me laughing since I met you."

[...] Willem could stop right here, and it would be enough.

But he doesn't stop there. " I think you're the sort of person who finds money on the ground and waves it in the air and asks if anyone has lot it. I think you cry un movies that aren't even sad because you have a soft heart, though you don't let it show. I think you do think that scare you, and that makes braver than those adrenaline junkies who bungee-jump off bridges."

P.85

"Il est évident pour moi que dans le monde il y a deux sortes de gens : ceux qui agissent et ceux qui observent. Les gens à qui les choses arrivent et les autres qui ont du mal à les faire bouger. Les Loulou et les Allyson."

J'ai dit à mes parents que j'étais allée à Paris, sans préciser pourquoi.Ni avec qui. Ni pour quelle raison je dois y retourner. J'ai simplement précisé que j'ai laissé là-bas quelque chose d'important et ils pensent que c'est la valise.

Mais je n'ai pas envie de mentir. Je n'ai pas envie de rattraper le truc. Je n'ai pas envie de faire à nouveau semblant.Parce que ce jour-là, avec Willem, j'ai beau avoir fait comme si j'étais Loulou, je n'ai jamais été plus honnête de ma vie.

Je sais qu’en restant un jour de plus je ne ferai que repousser le moment du déchirement. Mais je vois aussi les choses différemment. On naît en un jour. On meurt en un jour. On peut changer en un jour. Et l’on peut tomber amoureux en un jour. Tout peut arriver en un jour.

« -Être amoureux, c’est une tache de naissance ?

Ma voix tremble un peu et ma peau est brulante à l’endroit ou la trace humide de son pouce est en train de sécher.

-C’est quelque chose qui ne s’efface jamais, même si on fait tout pour.

-Tu compares l’amour à une tache ?

-Exactement »

Maybe accident isn't the right word after all. Maybe miracles is. Or Maybe it's not miracles. Maybe it's just life. When your open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

P.367

" [...] I was different somehow."

" Different ? How ? "

" I was Lulu."

" But that was just a name. Just pretend."

Maybe it was. But still, that whole day, being with Willem, being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows, and no door in the room. And I was fine. I was happy, even. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then, he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.

" I didn't feel pretend." I tell Melanie.

P.179

" Now I'm an actor. "

This surprises me. " You seemed like you'd been doing it a lot longer. "

" No. It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident send me somewhere new. That's how life works. "

Something quickens in my chest. " Do you really thing that's how it's works? That life can change justlikethat ?"

" I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it. When you travel, you put ourself out there. It's not always great. Sometimes it's terrible. But other times..."

He lift his shoulders and gestures out to Paris, then sneaks me a sidelong glance.

" So long as you don't get hit by a bus, " I say.

He laughs. Then gives me the point. " So long as you don't get hit by a bus," he says back.

P.48