Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’ worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didn’t wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam

Clutter is my natural habitat.

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am.-from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter