“I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.”

“It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.”

“Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed.Let them all go.The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments.All gathering towards this one.”

“She looked out the window at the soggy sidewalks on Saint Marks Place, as a late snowfall began to melt in the face of a much warmer early spring day.”

“Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me.“Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.”

“You’re like the fresh air from an orchard in spring, he shook his head, his long bangs falling over his right eye, I am darkness.”