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

Actually, I came because I have a last-minute invitation. My friend Erika Gill is having a big party tomorrow night, one of those all-out birthday bashes that girls like. Want to go?" ---------------------------------------- "No. Sorry." "Since it's a catered thing, at a restaurant, I'll pick you up at- what did you say?" "I'm sorry. I can't do it." ---------------------------------------- "You're busy?" "I just can't do it," I said.

Endings are beginnings, and beginnings are ours to turn into something good.

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

Change can be good. It just depends on what we make of it.

Then come on up. DO everyone a favor and shut me up," he said. "Put down your money, pick up that ball, and let it fly, looker." "I'd rather not" People laughed. He flapped his arms and squawked like a chicken "Afraid you can't throw that far?" "I know I can" He lifted his hat in a small salute to my claim. Blond curls slipped out, then he plopped the hat back on and said, "I dare you.

Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.