Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.