“Ah yet, when all is thought and said,The heart still overrules the head.”
“She looked at ways to quantify life. Analytic in nature, her head almost always overruled her heart. Love it? Hate it? She wanted to KNOW it.”
“I closed my eyes, bowed my head and thought, AH, HELL . . .”
“Where was my head just then? I've already said I'm plain yet all of a sudden I think I'm The Shit? I'm not myself, my thoughts just took an uncharacteristic turn to vanity.”
“I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.”
“When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.”