But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
“She took his hand, squeezed it, held it, and then, all at once, she let it drop. But the actual touch of… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
“I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
