Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

Clayton," she said softly, her voice threaded with tears, "when Vanessa asked about my accomplishments tonight, I forgot to mention that I do have one. And it's--it's so splendid that it compensates for my lack of all the others." Stephen and Clayton grinned at each other, neither of them hearing the emotion that clogged her voice. "What splendid accomplishments is that, little one?" Clayton asked. Her shoulders hunched forward and began to shake. "I made you love me," she whispered brokenly. "Somehow, some way, I actually made you love me.

Missing you?" she giggled incredulously. "I could cheerfully murder you." "I'd come back to haunt you," he threatened with a grin. "And that," she said, "is the only reason why I haven't tried.

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it

Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.