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

We may run into Kevin,” Lucy said gloomily. “She’s hoping to run into Kevin,” Zoë assured her. Justine smiled grimly. “Preferably with my car.

Babies were dangerous . . . they made you fall in love before you knew what was happening.

Want to try it?" Dad offered, patting the arm of the chair. "Fifteen different kinds of massage. It analyzes your back muscles and makes recommendations. It also grabs and stretches the thigh and calf muscles." "No, thanks. I prefer my furniture to keep its hands to itself.

A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.

Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?” “They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.

My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.