Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

A boy who is trouble is something entirely different as a man.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.