If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.

For the first time in ages I felt a tiny pinprick in my heart–not like it was breaking, but like something small and unseen had begun sewing it closed again.

I want you to say it, so I know you’ll never forget. I want to hear you say my name.

You’re too young to be so old.

Happier than a bird with a french fry.

It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.

Never heard you talk about a man this way. Usually you rattle off their attributes like you’re fixing to fricassee the poor sons of bitches. God help the poor bastard you ever fall in love...

You’re not a nuthatch, Laurie.””Oh, but I am. I’m totally upside down. I’m a very backward kind of guy.

More like frenemies with benefits.

For a moment, I felt like myself again. Not the new me, not the old me, just the real me.

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

This Byrd wants a Wren.

What better time to be kind to a beautiful stranger than when she’s weak, and rocking a schnoz like the Godfather?