His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.

I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?