I grew up being very shy, very much a bookworm, and I remember desperately wondering how to be accepted by the popular kids.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

The way glass can be molded or blown or cut into any kind of shape made me think about how we as people - our characters or souls - can be shaped or changed by outside influences.

Have you ever wanted something so much that you would do anything to have it - even knowing that it was bad for you?" "Of course," Adam replied. "All truly enjoyable things in life are invariably bad for you - and they are even better when done to excess.

He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. “Amanda, do you trust me?” “Of course not,” she said. “I don’t know the first thing about you.” Laughter rustled from his chest. “Sensible woman.