“He stood before the door, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Hi. Uh... how are ya? No, no. Hello, Jack. I'm back. Shit, that fuckin' rhymes. Sounds like fuckin' Sesame Street. Hi there. Off with yer clothes. Nothin' like gettin' right ta the… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“And how do you really feel? Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“Yeah, it’s just that… well, most of the time in names, D is followed by some more letters. Like –onald, or –avid.” — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“Neither of us is gonna be able to walk tomorrow." "Who needs ta walk? Dunno 'bout you but I ain't plannin' ta leave this… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“Kissing Jack wasn't what he'd expected. Not letting himself do it for this long now seemed kind of stupid ... or a lot stupid.… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“Check if anyone’s following us,” HAL said from the backseat. “How do I know that?” “Uh… look in the rearview mirror.” — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“Okay." He let his eyes close and it was a relief; not just of relief of minutes, but of years.” — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“He stood before the door, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Hi. Uh... how are ya? No, no. Hello, Jack. I'm back. Shit, that fuckin' rhymes. Sounds… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“My grandma always had chocolate-covered cherries," D said, his tone curled at the edges, like he'd surprised himself with the memory. Jack slid up… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“You got a better word for a guy who's swept my chimney five times in one night?" -Dr. Jack Francisco” — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“He paused at the bedroom door, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked right out like it was any other morning, and… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“No, Jack, we cain’t sneak by. These aren’t movie bad guys who don’t got no peripheral vision and we can just slip past while… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“D snorted. “Gotta be prepared.” He looked up at Jack’s face, frowning. “What?” Jack shrugged. “It’s just….” He sighed. “I’m starting to see words… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
