“It's the same thing when I'm gardening or reading. It's just me and what I'm doing, or the world I'm reading, and nothing else.”

“Lesa giggled. "Sounds like one of those romance books you read.""It does," I started giggling. "But, oh Lordie Lord, it's true. I'm like a puddle of mush when he kisses me. It's embarrassing. I'm so, like, 'Thank you, can I have another?' Sad.”

“It's just... wow, I'm happy for you. I think this is great. Its love- the real kind you make sacrifices for. The kind where you scream 'screw it' to everyone else. That's envy-worthy.”

“Yeah, I'm great. Nothing like witnessing a death match between gods when I'm trying to get some Cheetos. -Deacon”

“So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.”

“I'm afraid of never being allowed to feel what I do.”

“"Something on a line, it's discord and rhyme - whatever, whatever, la la la - Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I'm hungry like the -" Warmth spread down my neck."It's actually,'I howl and I whine. I'm after you,' and not blah or whatever.”