“Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table.Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotelsAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:Streets that follow like a tedious argumentOf insidious intentTo lead you to an overwhelming question…Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”Let us go and make our visit.We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us, and we drown.”

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.”

“He shook his head, just looking at me. – “What?” I asked.- “Nothing” he said.- “Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: “I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.”I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, “I`m not beau-“- “You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman.”- “Never seen it.”- “Really?” he asked. “Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell.”His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on – not, like, in real life.”