“The red color infesting Wyatt's lure spread like licks of flame until the entire stretch of rattling glass was full of bloody-colored pinwheels throbbing like sick, misshapen hearts.”

“It disturbed me that he saw things in such black-and-white tones. I sure didn't. For me, the world was a confusion of color.”

“I kissed him, and even though it hurt my mouth, I didn't mind; Wyatt's kisses were worth suffering over.”

“If I can't, then I'll paint the walls of her house red with my blood.”

“You're like a doll I had when I was a kid. She was all stiched together and her head kept falling off, but I loved that doll. That's what you look like. Like somebody just loved you to death.”

“When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.”

“She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.”