“(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown....still eyeing the letters like Portuguese man-of-wars floating on the innocent sea.”
“Then it is not uncommon for a man to become lost in a single letter, or hear a voice rise up from the silent page.”
“He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes."I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.”
“The 2-week delay of her letters had caused me to keep a distrustful eye on Hallie, like a star so many light years away it could have exploded long ago while we still watched its false shine.”
“Is she always like that?”“Like what?” Sara asked absently, staring a^ the letter in her hands.“Floating about as if she was a blasted fairy.”
“Live. If you mix the letters up in the words like and love, you get live.”