One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?" asked Elena. "I wondered why he didn't fall asleep." "Couldn't you tell?" chuckled Mayhew. "Not really." Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. "My God," he said hollowly, "you mean he's like that all the time?

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

I spent my 20s working in patient care at a large university hospital, an experience that has informed all my work and has given me a lot of human observation to draw on.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

You try to give away what you want yourself.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.