She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.

Even after all this time, I keep forgetting that heroes can be found in unlikely places and persons -- like mechanics who can turn into coyotes.

Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.

She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

I don't break; I bounce.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.