“Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!”

“You're my lifeline," he whispers and kisses my knuckles before pressing my palm against his. With his eyes wide and full of fear, he gently tugs my hand and places it on his chest over his heart- in the forbidden zone. His breathing quickens, his heart is beating a frantic pounding tattoo beneath my fingers. He doesn't take his eyes off mine; his jaw tense, his teeth clenched.I gasp. Oh my Fifty! He's letting me touch him. And it's like all the air in my lungs has vaporized- gone.”

“The poor dragon is trapped, alone and cold; He cannot leap out of the depths; He cannot rise to the heavens; He cannot even descend onto fields. The poor dragon fell into the deep well; Even catfish dance before him; He hides his teeth and claws and sighs; And I am this depressed as well?”

“Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation.”

“But it’s so bloody unfair”Walt looked at me, and I realized he was smiling. “That’s my line. I’ve been saying that for years. Sadie, I want to be here. The past two months I’ve felt like I’m actually living for the first time. And getting to know you…” He cleared his throat. He was quite attractive when he got nervous. “I started worrying about smile things. My hair. My clothes. Whether I brushed my teeth. I mean, I’m dying , and I’m worrying about my teeth.”“You have a lovely teeth.”

“Poor kid-- all she’d wanted to do was get her teeth fixed. ”