“The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy.”
“Remember two eighty-six. Livia now counted on the same sort of feverish, rain-soaked determination that had driven Blake to the train station for smile number two hundred eighty-six. Please be there. He has to be there.”
“Why am I covered in feathers?""I bit a pillow, or two.”
“But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.”
“Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...”
“Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.”