when you love someone you’ll do just about anything to keep them.

I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.

She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.