It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.