Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.

Love is very funny business. And sex - well, let's face it, sex is hysterical.

Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.