It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.

The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness?

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.