The bottom line in both cases is that people don't change; that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into something she's not.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

As anyone who's ever contracted it knows, lies are an infectious disease. They slip under the almond slivers of your fingernails and into your bloodstream.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.