It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins

Have you ridden over anyone you shouldn't?

How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.

It humbles me, but it doesn't humiliate me.