Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

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

Oh, filmmakers, please don't take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

With Blue here, he was beginning to feel as if possibly he'd overdone it with the helicopter. He wondered if it would make Blue feel better or worse to know that it was Helen's helicopter, that he hadn't paid anything today for the use of it. Probably worse. Remembering his vow to at least do no harm with his words, he kept his mouth shut.

Mom, you're the one who said to never stop in case I get raped or picked up by a democrat.

I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you've relinquished your ability to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It's not an option.

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