Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.

He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him

Guilt always makes the other feelings worse.

Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn't paying attention.

But not all scars showed, did they?