No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.

Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

Grudges are bridges with faulty spans. Falling off one is a lot more rewarding than getting stuck on the other side.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.