And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained. Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?” “Crazy?