While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.

You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.