“Lately, I don't talk much except to Mel. I make an exception because he has a dog.”
“Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.”
“I don't know what you're talking about. I just like animals," Rafael said. "So does Sky, except he's kind of a hippie soulbonder about it.”
“I write a lot because I don't talk much. If I don't write, I'll talk much.”
“I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.”
“There is no faith which has never yet been broken, except that of a truly faithful dog”