It’s all right,” the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. “My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.

A lifetime with such a woman was not nearly enough.

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

From what I was able to hear," Dane said, "Tara dumped off a surprise baby with your mother, who's planning to sell it on eBay." "Social Services," I said. "She hasn't thought of eBay yet.