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

I shrug. "I'll probably mention that I'm in love with you." He chuckles. "Only you would say that in such a I-think-I'll-wash-my-hair-tonight tone.

Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?

I hope you're not smoking in front of her,' Lucia says to him. 'Yeah, I lie in bed and puff in her face, Lucia,' he says, irritated.

That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.

He came third in the state for woodwork,” Francesca explains. “We actually had to be proud of him for a whole week. Tough times.