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

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

Let's just say that if you were stealing TVs instead of thoughts, you would have been caught by a half-deaf, mostly blind, fifteen year old dog three robberies ago.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.

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.

I love the book legacy of lies it amazing and is fun to read over and over again

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?