I would like to say that I was inspired to write 'Shiver' by some overwhelming belief in true love, but here's my true confession: I wrote 'Shiver' because I like to make people cry.

Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.' She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving you (there arent words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, So that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star I was beginning to undertand poetry.

I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I'd left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.