Sometimes when we're not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.

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

I want you to admit just once what you feel for me. I want to know if you'll miss me even a little. If you'll remember me. If you're sorry for anything.

Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and something was beginning.

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.

I’ve told you before, I love like a madman,” he said. “Immoderate, jealous, possessive...I’m absolutely intolerable.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.