Something invisible snapped inside her.

He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.

If you act out of a paranoid fear of something happening, you will always make that thing happen.

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.