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“I put my hands flat on the papers, breathing in, holding on. He touched these too. I turned through the papers, looking at each…

— Ally Condie

“He raised the sheet in front of his chest, an almost protective gesture. “It comes.” Fear in his voice. “What comes?” “The sun.” I…

— Laurell K. Hamilton

“...without moving a muscle in his face, slips away; retreats, I think, to that sheltered place where his stories are kept. Perhaps we all…

— Pete Dexter

“He fills my thoughts, my dreams, and my nightmares. The memory of him, and his touch, pound on the door to my soul with…

— Andrea Randall

“I slipped the envelope into it, there in the wide lower corridor of the Arts Building with people passing me on the way to…

— Alice Munro

“... it struck me how comfortable I felt with him, as if we were old friends or had already done this many times over,…

— Paula McLain

“I wrapped the duvet underneath me to form a nice little cocoon, and managed to sleep for perhaps another hour or so, during which…

— Tom Moran

“and I kissed his forehead, as if by doing so I could protect him from the invisible threads that kept him away from me,…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“I don’t know how we made it to the bed or if the water was ever turned off in the shower. But we were…

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

“His room was dark until he switched on his desk lamp. I sat on the floor next to his bed and watched him counting…

— Laura Anderson Kurk

“On the best nights, he’d appear outside the bookstore window and wait for me to unlock the door. He usually hadn’t had time to…

— Laura Anderson Kurk

“I leaned over to cover him with the blanket he had been promising to give away to charity for years, and I kissed his…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón