A good story's like a door, and you can go through it whenever you need to. After you've read it or seen it or heard it, you can still go back through it. Once it's yours, it's always yours.
Nora RobertsOh, 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.
Nora RobertsNot enough." Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. " Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.
Nora RobertsSo, youโre hitting on Clare the Fair.โ โIโm not hitting on her. Iโm exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.โ โHeโs hitting on her,โ Owen said around a mouthful of chips. โYouโve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?โ โSuck me. And they werenโt that bad.โ โYeah, they were,โ Ryder disagreed. โBut at least now we donโt have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.
Nora Roberts