I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone's eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.

"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."

It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are.

There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

It's always been hard to call myself a writer. I think a part of me still thinks it's too good to be true.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.