It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.
Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.
I am a mass of contradictions.
Once again, her parents' problems had run through her life like a piece of heavy equipment, smashing everything in their way.
There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All