“This song would have no end; it couldn't possibly. This song was forever.” — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share Image
“Anyone would know you'd never smoked, and probably never would, because the moment you put a cigarette to your lips and a flame to… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“Voilà,” she says, and not like your aunt says it either, unless your aunt is a sophisticated French actress from the 1960s whose breath… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“Your song crept over me as I drifted, the room spinning ever so slightly, and I rolled onto my side and pulled up my… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“Then I looked up. I didn't notice that your ears stick out, just a little, so you look like a pixie sometimes, or an… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“What made me love freedom so much, forgive myself finally for one life and one death? But I knew. I knew it was you.” — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“I sat up straight and looked down at my pad, and then I realized: I'd been sketching you, really. I mean, I'd drawn the… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“Poor boy. With a name like Atticus, every word he utters ought to be inspired and wise, spoken with a voice that compels all… — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
“This song would have no end; it couldn't possibly. This song was forever.” — Steve Brezenoff Copy Share
