She misses him more now than when he was away

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He;s aiming for oblivion.

You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.

I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.

See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away.

Sometimes Thomas Mackee will stick an earphone into my ear and ask me to listen to a song. When I get over the revulsion of putting something in my ear that's been in his, I sit back and let the music take over, and for a half hour there's something comforting about someone's heart beating at the same rhythm as mine.

Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.