We can see for ourselves how beautiful we both are.

I’ll tell you, but it’s a whole book.

Down on my knees again. Worship isn’t enough.”Peter leaned forward and rubbed his forehead against Charlie’s. “I’m going to like this,” he murmured. “Daily services. Hourly services.

You go on and on and on. I’ll never get to the end of you.

I found out very early that the more you want to hold people the more they want to be free.

I’ve known a boy. I’ve measured beauty. What more do I want?