He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. “What do you want, Raven?

We weren’t allies, but not being enemies was close enough for me.

The vortex. You can see the entire galaxy up there. More stars than you ever knew existed.

Everything okay?”“I’m not sure, but it’s not shittier, so that’s something.”She laughed. “Still an optimist.

For the record…” I took her hand and held it up. “These are the only hands I want on me.

If you think fate is fickle, try tempting it

I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.

I was an only child, but I did have a hell of a lot of cousins.

Where there is matter, there is geometry.

A fallow field is a sin.

Your nervous system can't tell real failure from imagined failure.

The artist has to be something like a whale swimming with his mouth wide open, absorbing everything until he has what he really needs.

It is the tendency of Government to grow, for practices and programs to become the nearest thing to eternal life we'll see on this earth.

Ciao," I say casually, and flick my hair back. "Si. Ciao." I could so be Italian. Except I might have to learn a few more words.