He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.

She's one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the twenty-year-old who lives inside.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?