You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

She smiled. "I need your opinion," she said. "What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?" I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. "Sounds okay," I said. "But I think I'd look better in a tuxedo.

I suppose [my life] has most resembled a blue chip stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A good buy, a lucky buy, and I've learned that not everyone can say that about his life.

What problems?" "Well for starters.. you're an evil duck killer.

You always have a choice. It's just that some people make the wrong one.

Mike, however, heard nothing at all. Lost in her breathlike touch, he knew only one thing for sure: In the instant their lips first met, there was a flicker of something almost electrical that made him believe the feeling would last forever.

I hadn't done any of the things that I normally did with girls, yet somehow I'd fallen in love.