To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight. His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amus­ing?" Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

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.

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

The Travises who had survived were the most purely stubborn people on earth, the kind who relied on their backbones when their wishbones were broken.

The trick was forgetting about what she had lost ...and learning to go on with what she had left.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.

It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.