She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

Were not there you, I'd be not too.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them