The thrill of being ignored!
You can't eat books, sweetheart.
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.
...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
How about a kiss, Saumensch?
We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.