“This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live.”

“Well, sometimes small dreams had grandeur, he thought with dignity. Sometimes, the small dreams were all a person needed to live.”

“Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live.”

“Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.”

“She taught him that sometimes, when someone was in emotional denial, they needed proof of how wrong they really were. Sometimes they needed actions instead of words. Sometimes they needed someone to make the hard decision or to say the painful thing, or they would be lost and locked in their own hearts forever.”

“How'd he taste?"Like a five second rule Oreo..." he said thoughtfullyA five second rule Oreo?"A little dirty, but still sweet...”

“How’re the cats?” he asked, smiling a little. He did miss Angel Marie. Hell, he missed them all.“Feral,” Benny sniffed. “And horny. Every time one of us walks in, they all start humping our shoes.”“They’re fixed,” Shane mumbled, but the conversation was oddly reassuring. It sounded normal, and like home.“Tell that to the big fuzzy brown one….”“Orlando Bloom?”“Yeah, whatever. Last time I was there that damned animal violated my knitting.”Shane lost a battle with a laugh and then whined because it hurt his ribs. “Violated?”[...]“Let’s just say that wool is no longer virgin,” she quipped dryly, and Shane’s chest shook.”