No use dwelling on the past. What you do tomorrow and the next day and the day after that is what matters.

No use dwelling on the past. What you do tomorrow and the next day and the day after that is what matters.

So let me get this straight," he said. "After everything that's happened on this campus-the murder, the stalking, the kidnapping-you want to go up into the woods-by yourself, in the middle of the night, based on something a ghost in a dream told you-and dig a hole?" Well when he put it that way.

Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.

Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.

Boys everywhere. All seven of them plus their dad, running and laughing and shoving each other around on the front lawn, engaged in what appeared to be a full-contact, tackle version of ultimate Frizbee. They were playing shirts and skins. Shirts and might-fine-lookin' skins.

You can't make people listen to you. People only hear what they want to hear.