Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

“It was love, I knew, and it tasted like champagne in my mind.”

“I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art …”

“And then he said, “Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who ki…”

“Bod tried to smile, but he could not find a smile inside himself.”