Practically everybody is suing everybody else these days.

Ser eyes met his, hers naked with pleading, his remote as mountain lakes under gray skies. She saw in them defeat of her wild dream, her mad desires.

So it was true! A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.

I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.