If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallway—is it important to figure out that it isn’t a hallway?

It's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.

I don't get mad, I get even.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.

Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?

Trying is always enough.