Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

Sean, as always, gets by on one word while everyone else needs five or six.

Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them. "I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.

All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on the imperfect days down below. ... perfect shadows that shift and glow... ... perfect shadows that shift and grow..." "Sam singing on page 256 of Linger.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.