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

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

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.

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.