I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.

Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me." "You have just defined the very thing you denied.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!