Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.

Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well." "And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased. Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.