Pivot Point (Pivot Point #1)

At first. And then eventually it’s realized that all that annoyance and mistrust is actually romantic tension.

Because an illusion is an illusion. Reality always exists despite the facade.

But, he continues, if you need something to hold on to until you feel grounded, I make a pretty good anchor.

But maybe I’m supposed to include a little something about each of them. Like, Duke, this is Laila; she thinks you’re hot. Laila, this is Duke; he and his mirror share a close relationship.

Do you ever feel like you do something or are something for so long that it defines you?

Duke says, “Pause,” and the movie goes quiet. “What did Laila say?

He pulls me toward him and when his lips touch mine, I try not to audibly sigh. I can’t help it though, and he chuckles again, against my mouth. In the back of my mind I still wonder if we’re right for each other, but the rest of my mind doesn’t seem to care.

He shrugs. "Doesn't help to waste my time thinking about would've-beens."
Laila whispers, "He says to the girl with a mind full of them.

He starts with the character's eyes and by the time he moves to her hair, a mess of blonde curls, I realize he's drawing me. "Superheroes. You can finally have those super powers you want.

I don't care when people think I'm an antisocial, controlling bookworm because that's what I am. It's when they interpret me wrong that I have a problem.

If I were alone I would throw my arms out and spin in a circle. Instead I walk up the stairs, running my hand along books as I go.

I’m more of an eye coverer.

Thank you seems like too little...or maybe too much, since he couldn't possibly understand how much I needed to hear what he just said. How much I needed to know that even without my ability, I am someone worth knowing. That every little and ridiculous quality I exhibit makes me who I am.

It was hard when I knew I was about to be flooded with memories of a life I hadn't lived yet. Really, two lives I hadn't lived yet.

I've tried subtle before. I'm not very good at it.

I want you to choose me, Addie,” he whispers. “I want this to be real.

Just promise me something. If this is a Search and you don't pick me, don't pick this path, for whatever reason, promise me you won't Erase me.

My bookcase is all yours."
I walked to the door. "I've just decided that those are my favorite five words in the world.

One of my friends at the Compound has a photographic memory. Everything she ever sees, reads, or hears, she remembers forever in perfect detail.

One person can't change the future. Do you know how many people and things are involved in every major event that happens? Sure, you might be able to change some of the minor aspects of a day, but ultimately things that are going to happen, if you go along a certain path, do happen.

Our relationship feels different. Like someone has taken my favorite sweater and thrown it in the dryer and it doesn't fit right anymore. I want to pull and tug on it until it feels comfortable again.

She has a sour expression on her face (surprise, surprise)

Sometimes I feel like I'm slowly floating away. I'm constantly looking for something to grab on to so I don't lose myself.

Sometimes perfection reveals the lie, ..., not the truth.

The fact that he might be as worried as I am eases my nerves. Its like there's a certain amount of stress appointed to every situation and I'm used to being responsible for holding it all by myself. Its nice to share it with someone

When I read, I feel emotion all on my own. Emotion no living person is making me feel.

When I read, I feel emotion all on my own. Emotion no living person is making me feel. To me, it almost seems more real, because I know that those characters can’t influence me with any power. So I like to remind myself that I can feel without anyone manipulating me.… I know, it’s lame.

You like to assign roles to the people in your life. And when they don't play their parts right, you have a hard time accepting that.

You're not very good for my ego".
"I think I'm perfect for your ego." I smile sweetly.

Your eyelashes make mine want to commit suicide from shame.