I do like the world quite a lot.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

Isi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.