Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.

I fink I gots deaf on me willie.

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.

And he was like "The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk -" -Abby

Compliment but do not covet.

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk