A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. -Sara

Neither of us seemed able to be close to anyone. Not even each other. Closeness meant the one you loved the most would cause you the most damage. How did you unlearn that? It was woven deep between every fiber and vessel. You couldn't cut it out.

Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

Some things are better when it’s raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this.” “Lying in bed with me?

Friends are the support bras of life.

The firefly is an unassuming insect in the daytime. If you didn't know what it was, you'd think it was nothing special. But at night, the firefly glows with its own light source. The darkness brings out its most beautiful gift. That's an extraordinary talent for an ordinary-looking creature, isn't it?

Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.