There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.

I had so much free time that free time was meaningless.

When we kissed, it didn't matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn't matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.

I really love nature. I grew up in the country. But one of the things about nature is that it is beautiful but it's also very dangerous.

He had a carrying, congressional sort of voice, the kind that sounded good saying things like Less of a tax burden on the middle class and Thank you for your donation and Honey, could you bring me my sweater with the duck on it?

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