“Together, the unlikeliest of penitents, silently, grafting words to air, they sent their prayers into the room.”

“The air between them seemed to accumulate energy.”

“silent desperation of everything they never said - gaps and absences in every conversation, the past circumscribing the present, the future hemming in the past.”

“Maybe the idea was that he could write so many letters, deliver so many envelopes back to Sandy, eventually he'd have sent all of himself, and could exist more there than he did here.”

“He checked the barometer he'd nailed to the family room wall: the pressure was rising.”

“Memory is a house with ten thousand rooms; it is a village slated to be inundated." from "Village 113”

“the air would get so heavy with moisture he imagined he could feel each bloated molecule as it toppled into his lungs.”