Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.