“All the words he'd stored up had tumbled into the great chasm beneath them”
“There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuck everything up.”
“His thoughts skirted Sandy and especially Grace as if they were fatal chasms into which he might tumble.”
“The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.”
“Once he'd been an open book and the days had been too short to hold all our words.”
“(A) trip to the attic is an excursion into history, and...all over the world the present unravels beneath the stored detritus of the past; that's what attics are for.”