“Trust me," Cameron cut in, "there ain't a thing wrong with those two unless you count the unusual and exquisite length of their legs.Brooklyn turned a tight-lipped smile on him. "Thanks so much for that penis-driven observation.”
“Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.”
“All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.”
“And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.”
“Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.”
“Trust the Simi. She ain't never wrong.”