He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

“Flickering lightsanonymous doorsmy heart escaping in dripsi'm still waking upbu…”

“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of th…”

“Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. T…”

“There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.”