Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.

...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

come back, come back to me

You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.

Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.

When there are no consequences, being wrong is simply a diversion.