You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle

Friends don’t build cages for each other.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.