“In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.”

“You think you can start tomorrow? I need a break.""Only if you can free me from this beast of a chair," I said, wiggling as I tried to get some leverage. "What do you feed this thing? Customers?""Relax." Lily let her hair fall around her shoulders and grinned at me. "I kind of like having a captive audience.”

“I get a fine warm feeling when I'm doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let's face it, writing is hell. ”

“No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.”

“But hey,I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?”

“It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.”