In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

The world is such a marvel - it gave you trials, but if you were still and concentrated, if you tried to do the right thing, it always provided you with salvation.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.