“[S]he found it impossible to move, the weight of her failure keeping her anchored to the sofa.”

“He slid inside her, his body moving over hers as she lay stretched out on her sofa, his kiss worshipping her mouth, his length embedded deep in her heat. He slid inside her, moved inside her, and there were no words. There were no words, no music, nothing but the rhythm of their hearts beating, the moans of their pleasure, the sound of their lovemaking. It was the most haunting, beautiful song Lauren had ever heard.And it was enough. It was all she needed. For now, it was all she needed.”

“To her surprise, Madeleine found herself contemplating this proposal. Why not tell her parents everything, curl up in the backseat of the car, and let them take her home? She could move into her old bedroom, with the sleigh bed and the Madeline wallpaper. She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.”

“I found her lying naked on the lawn at midnight, can I keep her?”

“She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her a split second later."Perhaps you had to live through the late 70's, early 80's to appreciate this.”

“She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her a split second later."Perhaps you had to live through the late 70's, early 80's to appreciate this.”