The Measure Of A Society Is Its

It Is A Kiss That, Once Begun, Never Really Ends. Interrupted, Yes. Paused, Certainly. But From That Very Moment Onward, Vera Sees The Whole Of Her Life As Only A Breath Away From Kissing Him Again. On That Night In The Park, They Begin The Delicate Task Of Binding Their Souls Together, Creating A Whole Comprising Their Separate Halves.

Caro: "bite Me." Ruby: "i Gave That Up In Kindergarten.

From The First Time We Met, We Knew Everything That Mattered About Each Other, Didn't We? We Just Knew. I Guess That's What Best Friends Are: Parts Of Each Other.

The Measure Of A Society Is Its Compassion.

...this Fear Was Unbearable. It Unwrapped Who She Was, As Neatly As He'd Unwound Her Bandage, Leaving Too Much Pain And Ugliness Exposed. Nerve Endings; He'd Said They Were The Problem [causing Phantom Pain In The Amputated Limb]." Things That Cut Off, That Ended Abruptly Or Died--like Parents And Marriages--kept Hurting Forever.