“He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.”

“He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them.Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm.And Eleanor disintegrated.”

“On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar. ”

“In books there’s nothing of the fish covered in the coldness of the sea, or the feeling of a star touching space. Bad for business.”

“The former world leader snarled at me when he found his balance. My face went cold, and I wondered if I’d fare better in the circle with Al.”

“What does a man live for but to have a girl, use his mind, practice his trade, drink a drink, read a book, and watch the martins wing it for the Amazon and the three-fingered sassafras turn red in October? Art Immelmann is right. Man is not made for suffering, night sweats, and morning terrors.”