My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

...love is like health. It is taken lightly when present and cherished when it departs.

... Ennis was back on his feet and somehow, as a coat hanger is straightened to open a locked car and then bent again to its original shape, they torqued things almost to where they had been, for what they'd said was no news. Nothing ended, nothing began, nothing resolved.

Roetown, of mixed economy, neither boom nor bust, just ordinary times — that is, hard — had a slightly run-down aspect, I suppose. But in a pleasing way, like a man you love who has buttoned his coat up wrong.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.