“It felt like he'd been starved for sunshine and had now been deprived the chance of standing in its warmth.”
“He'd given up blessings he hadn't been worthy of for the chance to be with her, and now he'd lost that, too.”
“This life had always been my routine but now it felt like a cage.”
“(he'd never faniced himself a butt pilot), and he'd been making up for it ever since. As far as Nemo was concerned, a day without tang was like a day without sunshine.”
“He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and used.”
“Sometimes he felt like he'd been gone his whole life--in exile, away from the place he was supposed to be, and that, soldier-like, he was pining to be returned. Homesick for a place he'd never been.”