His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.

You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets