Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.