They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

Zerbrowski said, "I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.

Children make that big a difference to you? He asked. I nodded. Yeah, they do. I never figured you as the maternal type. I'm not, but kids are people, Edward, little people trapped by the choices the adults around them make.

You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward." He smiled. "I don't lie to you." "Really," I said. The smile became a grin. "Okay, not most of the time, anymore." His face sobered. "I'm not lying now.