We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.