“And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.”

“Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.”

“If you can touch her heart without touching her, then you can melt her heart just by saying her name.”

“Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.”

“There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-"
"Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?"
"Watch your mouth.”

“I can see hope inside it."

Rachel ran her fingers over the ceramic designs.

"So fragile.”

“Annabeth laced her fingers through his. In the light of his bronze sword, her face was beautiful.
'We're together,' she reminded him. 'We'll get through this.”

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

“Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.”

“In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.”