His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.
Dying's a boring side effect.
I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.
I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.
How long?" His smile was amazingly sweet. "The longest." For ever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.
When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.