Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?

It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.

She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.