Quotes from Graham Spaid, tireless:

Olga was better, in the sun, where he could see every pore in her skin. Get closer. Feel her next to him. It was all he wanted in the world. It was the last thing in the world that he could do.

…he'd assumed their relationship would go on forever. It was going on now, but in another way, like the rearrangement of the stars, which were all still in the sky, just burning in unexpected places.

We just move on, don't we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn't go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.

I wouldn't dignify it with the name immoral.

You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what's happening on another planet, but not what's going on inside the person next to you.

Were the stars against him? A woman's fingers are quicker in the sky and shine more brightly.

We put our flags in soil when we arrive, as if it now belongs to us and we know where we are.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

The emotion was the most important thing.