You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.
You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.
Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.
The strange thing about seeing someone for first time in nine years is the way they look totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then they look at you the way they always have, as if no time has passed between you.
I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?
I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said. "Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.
He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.
What's that thing you wrote about Simon once, that his eyes followed Baz 'like he was the brightest thing in the room, like he cast everything else into shadow'? That's you. You can't look away from him.
You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.
You look like a protagonist.
She didn't have words for what Levi was. He was a cave painting. He was The Red Ballon. She lifted her heels and pulled him forward until his face was so close, she could look at only one of his eyes at a time. "You're magic," she said.
Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.