7 Quotes by Matthew Salesses

Tell me a legend,” he said out of nowhere, and he realised they were making stories of each other, or themselves.

Maybe every act of faith, as they got older, was meant to make up for an earlier act of faith.

Hell or high water, Cupid marches on. In which war, he didn’t say.

She was one of her kind, the most American she would ever be, the last American left in this hundred-year flood.

Prague might be the perfect place, after all: a city that valued anonymity, the desire to be no one and someone at once.

A desperate longing stopped her breath, as if he’d jumped already, leaving her behind. “Please,” he said. She took his hand and stepped beside him. She should have run away with him as soon as she could. Maybe every act of faith, as they got older, was meant to make up for an earlier lack of faith.

Sometimes our passion is so strong that it makes a fool of us.