"She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her."
"[“Oh, my darlings, I’m sorry we don’t have time to say good-by properly. You see, we have to—”] But they never learned what it was that Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which had to do, for there was a gust of wind, and they were gone."
"You think you can get rid of things, and people too — leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been."
A boomerang lover — one that seems to disappear when you toss it away, with a mind that wants nothing more to do with it, until you’re suddenly hit with a visual speck of something familiar. And before you can react, its blunt force cracks your ribs and falls to the ground waiting to be thrown again