I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” he heard himself mutter.

Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.

Yes, but you need to learn your maths." "I don't need to, really. I already know how to count to a hundred. And I'm sure I'll never need ore than a hundred of anything.

Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

Hardy was every loose-limbed cowboy in warn denim, every pair of blue eyes, every battered pickup, every hot cloudless day." -Liberty