"I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?"
“You were supposed to kiss me.”
“I thought about it.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I have to get inside soon. It’s getting cold,” Sam shrugged.
"from summer she is made, my lovely summer girl
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl
but I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl.
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child
/ it’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
she holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of / her hand.
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had."
"For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only wintering through it will your heart survive."
I want someone to love me like Sam loves Grace.
"I pointed to a rack of condoms and Sam gave me a look completely devoid of humor. He’d worn too few or too many to see the amusement in it."
"You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again."