"I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.

Once they were librarians, but that is a subject they will only discuss if heavily intoxicated.

I suggest you keep your distance from her and concentrate on your own work.” “I’m in love with her.” “I am sorry to hear that,” he says. “It will make the challenge a great deal more difficult for you.” “We have been playing at this for more than a decade, when does it end?” “It ends when there is a victor.

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.