Bill suited the action to the word, getting up and leaning over the handlebars and pumping the pedals at a lunatic rate. Looking at Bill's back, which was amazingly broad for a boy of eleven-going-on-twelve, watching it work under the duffel coat, the shoulders slanting first one way and then the other as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other, Richie suddenly became sure that they were invulnerable...they would live forever and ever.

Do you feel that, Brynlee? I should be in top physical shape from the cardio my heart gets. This is what has happened every time I__e been around you for over two years, and baby, now that I__e kissed these lips _

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.