You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

But chance runs like a river through all our lives, and being prepared for surprise is the best we can do.

It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.

I know you pretty well." "Better than anyone I think." I smiled. Her compliment was like a gift itself, only more precious than anything that could be bought.

You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.

I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.