“It wasn't what you said", he told her."It was how I felt when you said it".”

“I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed.”

“Lore? Tell me what Sin said about you being tortured wasn't true,'He didn't look at her as he moved toward the bathroom. 'It wasn't true.''You're lying.''You told me to.”

“Wasn't that what all stories said?You felt it, like a pang in your heart, when something was happening to someone you love”

“After I’d told her – the mall, the taxi, Cross stroking my hair – she said, ‘Did he kiss you?’‘John and Martin totally would have seen that,’ I said, and as I felt myself implying the circumstances had prevented our kissing, I thought maybe this was why you told stories to other people – for how their possibilities enlarged in the retelling.”

“This was how God had intended it to be. A precious gift. A sacred oneness.I love you. He said the words in the way he held her, his rock hard arms so gentle they felt like air around her. I love you. His hands told her-not merely touching her, but worshiping her.”