I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his. "Right now," Sam said - and I saw that he held the invoice for today's studio time in his hand, folded into a bird with sun-washed wings - "it's hard to imagine that it is raining anewhere in the world." "From Linger, page 258

My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

My good mood felt like an endangered species.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.

I'm not done writing songs about you yet.