There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?

Anita can speak for herself," Richard said. Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play." "And pigs fly," I said. "You don't believe me?" "Not hardly," I said.

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.

I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and the brain runs slower, and all you want to do is sleep. But I had promises to keep, and miles to go before I could sleep. Or at least a couple of miracles to perform before I could go to bed.