Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.