Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do you?

Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

Try to be a whole person.Not just a night person, or a day person. Be the kind of person who can live in both.

His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.

There are billions of men in the world, probably millions near my age. Maybe hundreds who are compatible with me. Maybe at least a dozen who would want to date me. There's got to be at least five on the continent whom I could probably marry. So why am I so hung up on this one guy?

Bear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.' 'Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.

It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every evening to murder the night.