It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

You made this?' Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then.

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.

I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

I'm fascinated about how past events shape our perception of current events and how they make us the people we are.

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.