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

That was the biggest problem with getting used to someone, she thought. You were lonely when they weren't there.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

((Doc is getting ready to do a Pap-smear on Reece)) "Looks healthy," Doc commented. "Good, because it hasn't been getting any exercise in quite a while." When she heard Willow smother a laugh, Reece just closed her eyes. She had to remember some old saying about being careful of thoughts. They become words.

Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.