Life has very little even ground.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

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

We make our own choices and we're each responsible for them. Blame and credit belong to the individual. You haven't the right to claim either from someone else.

That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first.

Love without trust? It's not love at all.

There's no reward without work, no victory without effort, no battle won without risk.