I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed off the shelf to admire the atrocity.
"Glitter," whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.