The waves, the girl in the rain, and that awful, blood-begotten stom. Blood and love and loss.

Jake’s Shoshone black hair had grown long enough that he wore it tied off with leather, once more.

Waves broke, then sighed as if they were searching, not finding, then coming back, never giving up the search, returning again and again.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.

As if I were a dog, to follow at your heels.

It never seemed fair that just when you’re old enough to do anything you want, you can’t. You have to start working, so there’s no time. And if there is time, you’re not working, so there’s no money.

Morning’s great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.

Listen twice as much as you talk, since you were born with two ears and one mouth.

We were meant to be together.

Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf.