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

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

Don't cry pretty girl. Who you are is why you're so good at everything. You won't let yourself be otherwise. And thats what fascinates me." Duke- Lament

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.

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

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.