Top 100 Cath Crowley Quotes
#1. I never fell in love with her so I guess the part of the brain that controls love doesn't respond to being called a dick.'
'For your sake, I'm hoping no part of your brain responds to being called a dick.'
'Fair point.
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#2. I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.
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#3. He looks so stupid that it cancels out my
stupid so I give in and ride and he runs
and gets on the bike after only two tries.
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#5. I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.
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#6. Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.
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#7. The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.
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#8. Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.
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#9. Art like that doesn't need words. That painting tells you something by pulling you into it and pushing you out and you know what it's saying without words being spoken.
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#10. Reaming's the only way to get you anywhere.
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#11. I've known Dave so long that I can tell what he's going to do before he does it. I don't want to meet the person who can predict what Luke's about to do; they'd have to be crazier than him.
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#13. It was about friendship, and pink vans, and doing the wrong thing, but still finding redemption in the end.
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#14. This is the problem,' she says.
'With us?'
'With everything. No one's saying what they want.
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#15. If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
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#16. Were you in love with Emma?" I ask.
"I was hard-core obsessed," he says without thinking about it. "Not in love."
"What's the difference?"
He's about to throw a stone at ta yard light but stops. "Prison," he says, and puts the stone in his pocket.
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#17. My dad was a magician too. Got in his car and disappeared.
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#18. I come out of the bathroom and the first thing I see is Ed. Okay, it was a long shot, but I was half hoping he would cease to exist while we were gone.
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#19. It's a different kind of missing. You're trying to remember, and he's trying to forget.
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#20. Ed gives him a dirty look. Leo grins. Dylan twitches. It feels like something's going on, I think loudly, and I know that Jazz hears my thought because she gives me her serious look and blows a chewing-gum bubble in my direction.
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#21. Luce,' she says, 'I don't want my diary entry tomorrow to be: Stayed out all night. Went to prison. I have this urge to go home and watch TV with my parents and be completely boring.
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#22. Serial killer aren't creative."
"Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.
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#24. Love's like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there's no way you're getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there'd be still all the cracks.
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#25. words do matter. They're not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history and they wouldn't be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn't listen to songs,
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#26. I love lying here with you, under the books.
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#27. He smells the same - peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books.
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#28. The falls is the only place that's not quiet here. Dave and Luke don't know it, but sometimes I go there on my own. I go to scream. I go to tell the world to get lost under the run of the water. I stand till I'm drowning in something other than this place.
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#29. I've almost seen him. And Poet, she says, and I want tot say, You have seen him and you didn't want him.
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#31. You know, Leo's brother's hooking me up with a car when I get my license. I'm making you get in while it's moving.
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#32. I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience.
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#33. And I look at him because he needs to be looked at. He needs to be seen. I hate that he has been on his own for so long painting graffiti moons in the dark keeping quiet about who he really is.
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#34. You were right. Real is better. The truth is better. It makes you feel kind of stupid, but it's better.
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#36. I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?
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#37. They can't see me but I can see them. I don't stand because I've been standing all morning. Plus, this is my small protest against Luke and Rose. I can't serve you if I don't exist. Get lost in that existential dilemma.
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#38. Sometimes science isn't enough. Sometimes you need the poets.
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#39. Open skies painted above painted doorways and painted birds skimming across bricks trying to fly away. Little bird, what are you thinking? You come from a can.
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#40. Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.
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#41. I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall. I look at this painting and think about how everyone has some secret inside, something sleeping like that yellow bird.
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#42. You're funny, which you can't be if you're not smart. Dad says it's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them smile.
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#43. I stopped doubting her predication after she told me I'd be allergic to guava juice, which was something I'd never tried. I drank a liter of it in name of scientific research. Dad called me Big Face for two week.
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#44. To win a little you have to risk something. To win big, you have to risk it all.
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#47. I didn't tell her what I'd done; I told her he wasn't who I thought he'd be. Mum stroked my hair and said, Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes they make you vomit.
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#48. It's not like I don't have words in my head. I'm good with words. I'm great. On my own. In the dark. They come flooding. Sometimes I can't sleep I'm swimming in so many words.
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#49. It's when I'm around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave's walking next to me wearing an old black singlet and board shorts and the tattoo of a bird on his wrist, every single word in my head except "no" and "huh" is lying somewhere on a beack getting a suntan
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#50. Sometimes a memory is a thing that can't be explained using words.
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#51. No one has anything to get up for. Life's pointless and everyone just gets up anyway. That's how the human race works," she says, and hands me a coffee.
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#52. We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?
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#53. There was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words.
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#54. We are the books we read and the things we love.
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#55. I like the idea of her bottles. Memories that are nothing but a strange shape floating inside of you, memories that are nothing but empty bottles. And the good stuff, glassed in so it can't float away.
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#56. Tonight's going to be one of those things that seem to last forever.
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#57. I guess there are a lot of people who don't know the right thing to say. You don't notice them so much because they pretend they do.
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#58. I'll never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I don't want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life.
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#59. So I saw Beth today. She asked me how you were doing. Sounded like she wants you back."
"We were over months ago."
"You mind if I ask her out, then?"
"You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran's house?
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#60. I wonder how she could forget about it, a thing like that. And I wonder how she can go on living if she doesn't.
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#61. He wasn't who I thought he'd be. Mum stroked my hair and said, "Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes they make you vomit."
This did not comfort me.
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#62. Jazz tells Lucy to relax and tries to kick her under the table. I know this because she kicks me instead. "Aim more to the left," I tell her, and she has another go. "Farther left," I say, and enjoy watching her hit the target a couple of times.
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#63. Humans are strong, but if you hit them at the right point, they destruct.
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#64. Did you know that we're made up of the same matter as stars? We are nuclear energy exploding.
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#65. I love you too, I say. No wonder the whole world writes songs about those words.
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#66. All I can tell you is to have the relationship that's good for you.
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#67. I didn't say you weren't smart. I said you were stupid."
"I guess I'm too dumb to see the difference.
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#68. I'm sick of staring at what I want, I thought. I'd do anything to hold it in my hands.
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#69. So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.
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#70. So how old are you, baby?" Gorilla asks her.
"Old enough to know better," she says, looking at his arms.
"You like what you see?" he asks and touches her leg. "You and me should do it, later."
"Did you forget to evolve?" she asks, struggling to get off the couch.
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#72. I know about graffiti,' I say, and the words come out as if I'm an old lady saying she likes the hip-hop.
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#73. We've basically just met, so I'll say this gently. Are you completely crazy?
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#74. You can't drive them around in the getaway van.' 'How about we don't call it the getaway van? People might get suspicious.' 'So what should we call it?' 'How about the van?' 'It doesn't change what it is and that it's a shitty thing to do. Someone might see them in it.
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#75. Don't go confusing stupidity with guts." -Bert
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#76. I like how you shake
Off years of ordinary
Cover me with extraordinary
Ways of seeing I never saw before
But now I do
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#77. You say one more word to anyone and I'm telling people you cried in here tonight because you thought Daisy was breaking up with you.' 'You wouldn't.' Leo's phone rings. 'He would,' he says, laughing as he answers it.
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#78. Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life's so much easier for them.
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#79. It's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them cry.
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#80. That's what we think because we can't imagine what it's like to not exist.
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#81. as if all the years haven't dulled that moment. She's staring at a spot of air in front of it, and I know, in that spot of air, is her son.
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#82. There should be a disconnect button you can push when someone leaves: you've fucked me over; therefore I no longer love you. I'm not asking for the button to be connected to an ejector seat that removes them from the universe, just one small button that removes them from your heart.
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#83. Do you ever hear from your
dad?' I ask.
'Uh-uh. Mum said they had the biggest
fight before he left. She was sixteen and telling him about me and he left a dad shaped hole in the wall.
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#84. I feel like Luke and I are on an island that's sinking and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I can swim, though. If Luke can't, then it's too bad. He's had sixteen years to learn.
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#85. seems like a lot of trouble for a boat that's going nowhere.
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#86. I liked that he had hair that was growing without a plan. A grin that came out of nowhere and left the same way.
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#87. I hear people talking about the feeling they get when they pain stuff in illegal places. Leo says he gets this fast-moving fear swinging through him, running from his heart to everyplace under his skin. I pain to get the thoughts in me out. I paint so it gets quiet under my skin.
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#88. A psychic laywer is a lethal combination in a mother.
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#89. I nod so much there's a nodding festival going on.
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#90. Real is better, The truth is better. Painful but better.
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#91. She's the psychic but she can't see what's coming up: the intersection of hurt and more hurt. The blind spot there is a killer.
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#92. He said the seconds were pouring off people, tiny glowing dots pouring from their skins, only no one could see them.
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#93. I look up after the last chord and smile. I tell Antony Barellan to shove it up his arse, and I see Dad clapping his hands off. I give him a little wave to show him that it's okay to be happy. I give him a little smile to show him what it looks like.
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#94. She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something.
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#95. So this is what water feels like, I think, the second before it can't hold on any longer. This is what it feels like, the second after it lets go.
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#96. I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.
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#97. You're weird," she said, falling asleep. "But that's okay. It makes me seem normal.
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#98. Love and romance are things worth waiting for.
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#99. It's like he's picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It's beautiful.
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#100. I'm like Courtney Love without the drugs, right? Edgy. Full of unspoken feeling.'
'You're a brick when the guy is real and in front of you.
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