64 Quotes by Bryn Greenwood

In the meadow, I had Kellen all to myself. He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke. No perfume. No sadness. He smelled like love. Between the cottonwoods and the bluff, I spread out the quilt and offered him the cans of beer.

I didn't think God could comfort anyone, but I was content to go and sit in the sanctuary. People stared at me sometimes, but they had to follow the rules and I didn't. God made everyone else stand up and sing, sit down and pray, stand up, sit down, pray, sing, pray. God didn't seem to care if I read novels or knitted scarves.

The gift of your temple is for you to share with the special person God has chosen for you." Charlotte always looked so happy when she talked like that. Ecstatic. God also didn't want you to "pollute yourself." Touching yourself for pleasure wasn't what God designed your temple for, according to Charlotte. Either God was stupid or Charlotte was confused, because my temple was clearly designed for that.

Her coming there like that, to talk to me, it meant something. Before anybody else could say something stupid, Wavy put her lips to my ear and said, “Come into the meadow.

I love you. I love you all the way.

I liked learning things. How numbers worked together to explain the stars. How molecules made the world. All the ugly and wonderful things people had done in the last two thousand years.

I couldn't say, "I lost the best thing that ever happened to me." Wasn't that punishment enough?

Mr. Arsenikos said if you knew the constellations you would never get lost. You could always find your way home.

Sometimes waiting and being disappointed was good, to remind me he didn't belong to me. Nothing belonged to me.