Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?

She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.