“I told Seven the Bartender that true love is felonious. "Not if they're over eighteen," he said, shutting the till of the cash register. By then the bar itself had become an appendage, a second torso holding up my first. "You take someone's breath away," I stressed. "You rob them of the ability to utter a single word." I tipped the neck of the empty liquor bottle toward him. "You steal a heart." He wiped up in front of me with a dishrag. "Any judge would toss that case out on its ass." "You'd be surprised." Seven spread the rag out on the brass bar to dry. "Sounds like a misdemeanor, if you ask me." I rested my cheek on the cool, damp wood. "No way," I said. "Once you're in, it's for life.” LoveCrimeTrue LoveJulia RomanoSeven The Bartender Book:My Sister's Keeper Source: My Sister's Keeper
“[...]You can take the pink hair dye out of the girl, but you never lose those roots." I took another sip of the martini. "You don't know me." At the end of the bar, the other customer lifted his face to Peter Jennings and smiled. "Maybe," Seven said, "but neither do you.” Knowing OneselfJulia RomanoSeven The Bartender Book:My Sister's Keeper Source: My Sister's Keeper
“You're not hiding, but you're sitting in a gay bar at dinnertime. You're not hiding, but you're wearing that suit like it's armor.” HidingJulia RomanoSeven The Bartender Book:My Sister's Keeper Source: My Sister's Keeper