She was tired of being the one who cried.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

A landline is an anchor - busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.

It's so easy for someone else to say, 'Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right.' Why not say it? It doesn't cost anything. It doesn't mean anything. No one will hold you to it if you're wrong.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

I didn't know someone could love me like this," she said. "Could love me and love me and love me without...needing space." Lincoln wasn't asleep. He rolled on top of her. "There's no air in space," he said.