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From If I Stay, p. 46 in the ebook:
Another nurse comes by ...
She's not my nurse, but she comes up to Gran and Gramps just the same. "Don't you doubt for a second that she can hear you," she tells them. "She's aware of everything that's going on." She stands there with her hands on her hips. I can almost picture her snapping gum. ... "You might think that the doctors or nurses or all this is running the show," she says, gesturing to the wall of medical equipment. "Nuh-uh. She's running the show. Maybe she's just biding her time. So you talk to her. You tell her to take all the time she needs, but to come on back. You're waiting for her."
Another nurse comes by ...
She's not my nurse, but she comes up to Gran and Gramps just the same. "Don't you doubt for a second that she can hear you," she tells them. "She's aware of everything that's going on." She stands there with her hands on her hips. I can almost picture her snapping gum. ... "You might think that the doctors or nurses or all this is running the show," she says, gesturing to the wall of medical equipment. "Nuh-uh. She's running the show. Maybe she's just biding her time. So you talk to her. You tell her to take all the time she needs, but to come on back. You're waiting for her."
from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, p. 45:
We break into silence again. I lob a question right into it.
"Who is he, then?"
"An ex," she says, slumping back in the seat a little. "The ex, I guess."
"Like Tris," I say, relating.
She sits up and gives me a purely evil glance. ,"No. Not like Tris at all. This was real."
I pause for a second, listen to our breakup playing under the conversation.
That was mean," I say. "You have no idea."
"Neither do you. So let's drop it. I'm supposed to show you a good time."
I take this last sentence as a kind of apology. Mostly because that's what I want it to be.
I'm winding through the Lower East Side now, on the streets that have names and not numbers. The night is still very much young here, hipster congregants exhaling their smoke from sidewalk square to sidewalk square. I find a parking space on the darker side of Ludlow, then convince Norah to retrace Jessie's steps until we're in front of a pink door.
We break into silence again. I lob a question right into it.
"Who is he, then?"
"An ex," she says, slumping back in the seat a little. "The ex, I guess."
"Like Tris," I say, relating.
She sits up and gives me a purely evil glance. ,"No. Not like Tris at all. This was real."
I pause for a second, listen to our breakup playing under the conversation.
That was mean," I say. "You have no idea."
"Neither do you. So let's drop it. I'm supposed to show you a good time."
I take this last sentence as a kind of apology. Mostly because that's what I want it to be.
I'm winding through the Lower East Side now, on the streets that have names and not numbers. The night is still very much young here, hipster congregants exhaling their smoke from sidewalk square to sidewalk square. I find a parking space on the darker side of Ludlow, then convince Norah to retrace Jessie's steps until we're in front of a pink door.
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Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist (other topics)If I Stay (other topics)
Any quote will do, but if you are stuck pick page 46 or 112 just for kicks.