Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

Jericho." "Mac." "Thank you for saving my life. Again.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.