It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.

You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.

We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.

You know what I mean. I'm telling you I was stupid over it. I thought it was about trying so hard to survive that you didn't have the time to be a good parent. Obviously, that's not it. Because you and I, we're both...wealthy in love.

There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.