I might never ride Corr again. I don't know who I am without him.

I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.

Maura whirled towards Blue. "Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way." "No," Calla corrected. "Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.

I focus on the elements of a movie that are meant to invisibly affect me as a viewer. The edges. As an author, Im aware of how the subconscious things can pluck at a readers emotions, and I love it when filmmakers do the same.

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.