“And I think, If i dared to ever open that paper, this would be the place.”

“These branches will be my bones, I thought, and the paper will be my heart and skin, the places that feel everything.”

“I could write paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”

“I could write stories; I could hide from the world and make my own instead of trying to change it or live in it. I could make paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”

“I like the places where one part meets another, I think, eyes to cheek, wrist to hands.”

“There are many of them in the world, I think, good men and women with their frail deeds. Wondering what might have been, how things might have danced, if we had only dared to be bright.”

“What do you think she would say about my Match?" I ask him. "About what happened today?" He's quiet, and I wait. "I think she would ask you if you wondered.”