But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.