“I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong:Dear _______Peter Johnson__________,”
“I could not get my fill of looking.There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.”
“You are precious" I insisted. "Stubborn and secretive and independent to a fault, but precious.”
“I knew a woman named Hope once, and boy did she fill me with her first name.”
“My emotions still held a stubborn hope that humans could be loyal, that they could hold out against the promise of an easy life. But I knew better.”
“Io. My name is Io." She pronounced the name "eye-oh" as if there perfectly ordinary. Which was ridiculous, because no one he knew bore a name with only vowels.”