We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

It's shocking the things we call love.

If fate is a shape-shifter, then loves is too. It can be, anyway, in its most dangerous form. It´s your best day and then your worst. It´s your most hope and then you most despair. Lightness, darkness, it can swing between extremes at lightning speed- a boat upon the water on the most dangerous day, and then the clouds crawl in and the sky turns black and the sea rages and the boat is lost.

We had lain together, skin on skin, been as close as two people could, and he was a stranger. He was that someone who you are afraid of as a child, stranger. They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.