Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.

Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

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

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.