She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

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

This object that we hold in our hands, a book... that tactile pleasure, it's just not going to go away.

Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's." Though I don't quite look up, I can still feel his gaze on me. It's a heavy thing, this look of his. He says," What's the real answer?

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them