Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

Lately he'd been seen going out less and less, becoming that strangest of animals in a small town: a loner.

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.