Never look at other people's bad fortune,' my mother said. 'If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

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.

What men yearn for they often destroy.