White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake.

I just . . . knew, the way you know how to breathe or to pull your hand back from a hot stove.

Graves: It’s going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one’s free.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.

Jesus, you've got a death wish." "Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid.

Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.