Thomas Bowman's toupee, alas, was never found. He was somewhat mollified by the gift of a very fine hat from Westcliff on Christmas day.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

If I'm to change my life for you, I've got to have some hope." "I don't want you to change your life for me. You'll have to make the same decision every day, over and over - it must be for yourself alone.

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

Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.

Where's your instruction manual?" I asked him. "What's the baby customer-service number?

...she could only wait for someone, something, to free her from the invisible chains that bound her.