This thing called love, it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if… — Marilyn French Copy Share Image
“Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.” — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
