Right, sure. Because there's no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-

One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low.

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven't discovered yet that it's not the fastest who make it to race day. You only have to be the fastest of those who are left.

There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.