I’m afraid she’ll look at him in some
way that she doesn’t look at me. I’m afraid that when I go to bed at night I’ll still be wondering. I’m always afraid. Is that what love is—
fear?

“She laughed, and the desert sang.”

“If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soo…”

“Mr, B, what's wrong with me?"[...]"Nothing. You're smart enough to know you don…”

“We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.”