You're always looking for some new way to tell the same story, but it's how they get to the happy end that is the challenge and the fun for a writer.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.

What happened to your stammer?" "I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people." "No one's ever told me that I'm a comfortable sort. I'm sure I don't like it. I'll have to do something diabolical soon to correct your impression.

No one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.

The feelings cut too deep for them to be put on display.

I wish you were a mind-reader. I want you to know everything but I don't want to have to tell you. Because there are some things I don't want to say out loud.