I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.

We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this," he said, gesturing at the room. "I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.

the mad have a grace all their own

"We were the pair. One too afraid to feel anything lest she lose control of her ironclad hold on her emotions, and the other so hungry to feel anything that she´d risk her free will for one night of fun.".

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!