21 Quotes by Laura Buzo

The yawning six-year chasm between my age and Chris’s is not the only fly in the proverbial ointment of this “loving Chris” business. I’m not even sure what “getting” Chris would involve; all I know is I want him. I want to be enfolded by him somehow, and to possess him. To have unfettered and exclusive access to him all the time. To feel how I feel around him all the time. To know that he loves being around me too. To feel more of his skin on my skin.

I will never, ever want your friendship. I want only to possess you completely.

And then you come along with your perfect skin, your freckled shoulders, your glorious laugh, and you lay my entire life to waste.

The upshot is that I pretty much don’t have a chance with her. And, you know, thank God, because if I did, I’d have to give up my lifestyle of soul-wrenching loneliness and sexual frustration. I’m too good at it to quit now.

You’re pretty passionate about your unhappiness, aren’t you, Chris?” I looked right back at her and said, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.

It costs me a lot of what I used to consider my manhood to say this, but your pleasure was more of a pleasure to me than mine.

It’s interesting how fuming, or anger in general, is such a physical process, like a wave washing up on a beach and then receding.

I had one of those moments when you get nostalgic about something as it’s still happening. Anticipatory nostalgia.

Amelia is Jeremy’s opposite. She’s real. She’s literate. I like her a lot. Or maybe I just like the idea of her. Because she’s so young that she’s out of the question, I can mentally make her into the Perfect Woman in Waiting. Is that what I’m doing?