Honestly," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me always flying off in one direction and you in the other." I smiled. "It's a good thing the world's round," I said.

Honestly," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me always flying off in one direction and you in the other." I smiled. "It's a good thing the world's round," I said.

If you were closer, I'd slap you," she said. "Let me help," I replied, and stepped closer. She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little. We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away. "I'm sorry I slapped you," she said. "That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.

You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.

If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!