It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

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

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.