I've been reading about moths," she said, to fill the silence.
"What have you read?"
Maggie shrugged. "They navigate by the light of the moon. They fling themselves into flames and electric lights because they think they're headed toward the moon's light."
"I guess they die in ecstasy then," Liam said.

I think the rest of the world is not as cold and lonely a place as you think. At least I have to hope.

...to hope for death by his side, and for one brief moment in which to tell him that her love-whole true and passionate- was entirely his.

Mindfulness is observing the beauty of every moment unfolding before us.

But the outsider in May, the one from Briery Swamp who had never fit quite right, kept her tucked safely in her nook.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments. They fought about the exact color of the sky and which path they should take on a hunt. They disagreed passionately about whose fish was the best tasting. They could work up extreme hatred for each other at a moment's notice.