I reflected that for all the people you lost touch with or couldn't hold on to, life occasionally made up for it by giving you the right person at the right time.

I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.

...it was better to answer, no matter how ineptly, thank to withhold a reply. Because sometimes silence could wound someone nearly as badly as a bullet.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.

The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.

... no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love every day for the rest of my life.