The human brain has a natural ability, inherent in its mechanism, to work on many levels, in a process of constant promptings, in a type of self-preservation.If only humans understood...Most ignore it.

Is that how you__e supposed to find your soulmate and fall in love these days? By flirting in 140 character tweets and stalking each other__ social media pages?

I always thought falling in love was hard, but now I realize that was the easy bit. It__ staying in love that__ the hard part.

The contortions of the gargoyles were the only therapy we had.

People who wrote novels about universities hardly ever got them right. Max had spent his short working life untenured, but still he'd managed to be a charming magnet wherever he taught, and Amy had surfeited on faculty gossip and professorial antics and the general behavior of academics, who were as a whole no more brilliant or Machiavellian than travel agents. They tended toward shabbier clothes and manners, and of course there was the occasional storied eccentric or truly original mind, but most college campuses _ especially the older ones _ functioned less as brain trusts than as wildlife preserves, housing and protecting people who wouldn't last a week in GenPop.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.