There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.

Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

Carmen hated the 'life is too short" rationalization. She thought it was one of the lamer excuses in the history of excuse-making. Whenever you did something because "life is too short not to," you could be sure life would be just long enough to punish you for it.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.