The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.

“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, a…”

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer…”

“they love their hair because they're not smart enough to love anything more int…”

“And sure, it was three on one. But what a one.”