...she made her home in between the pages of books.

Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said. "I'll find you one

You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was — nothing. An annoyance, maybe.

hey Lynch I didn't leave that car for it to sit while you just blow III

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.