He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.