When she sat down to write, she didn't have to wade back into the story slowly, waiting to get used to the temperature.

Bright and warm and crackling--he was a human campfire.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

I'm not really a book person."
"That might be the most idiotic thing you've ever said to me.

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?