Fix yourself something to drink," she said. "I don't have any Mr. Pepper." "You mean Dr. Pepper?" "For the love of God!" She exploded. "People expect everything from a psychic! 'Doctor,' 'mister,' I was close enough. I didn't call it 'Mrs. Salt,' did I?

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Its just the anniversary, she wanted to tell him. Its just this time of the year stirring up these memories. Everything will be all right. But she couldn't say that, because she wasn't sure it was true.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.