love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.