“To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.”
“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”
“She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.”
“She always camouflaged herself as a crowd. I've never been lonely, she said, but sometimes it's hard to think above the noise.”
“Eko brushed a tear from her eye, and Immo jeered at her, but father held up a hand. "Never mock a tender heart," he said.”
“Your writing", she said to me, "it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . .”