Say something worth the words.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

Jane Austen easily used half a page describing someone else's eyes; she would not appreciate summarizing her reading tastes in ten titles.

The sign of a masterpiece: A painting when there's a lack of resolution.

I didn't move. I've learned from years of experience that dogs and falcons and ladies come back to you if you stay where you are.