She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.