Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

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.

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.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

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.