Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.
There’s nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.
The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness.
The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.
It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.
It is always so simple, and so complicating, to accept an apology.