“Wind against window—let the words fight it out— As I try to remember: What is it That’s so late in coming? What was it I understood so well last night, so well it kissed me, Sweetly, on the forehead?” — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I understood that last night at the wreck. Nothing says I love you like a dead body.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
