I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.

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

And there is the girl. When I first see her and her dun mare from my vantage point on the cliff road, I am struck first not by the fact that she is a girl, but by the fact that she's in the ocean. it's the dreaded second day, the day people start to die, and no one will get close to the surf. But there she is, trotting up to the knee in the water. Fearless.

It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .