To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.

Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.

you wanted saving didn't you?