Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.

I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.

That's the thing about someone who rarely gets upset: when they do, you notice.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?