Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.

“And still, what a risk he'd taken. The woman was like an amateur car bomb: you …”

“Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your su…”

“He's heard Unitarianism called a featherbed for falling Christians, but his mot…”

“Screw poetry, it's you I want,your taste, rainon you, mouth on your skin.”