Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.