The more things change, the more they stay different.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.