She didn't like herself like this, either. But she couldn't go back to being the girl she'd been before she met him; that girl was gone. So where did that leave her?

But I love you, Trixie said. There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer...

It was the sort of place where you could hear the tumblers of your mind falling into place as you pieced thought together, as you tried to match it to action.

Silence is just a quieter way to lie.

He called dreams a 'royal road' into the unconscious, made up of all forbidden wishes you had and you wished you didn't

I wont let you fall, he said, and because he never did, the world from that vantage point stops being so crazy.

If she was getting anywhere on this journey, it was still the wrong way.

If, even after you make what everyone considers to be the biggest mistake of your life, you stop thinking it's a mistake and may be see it as the best thing that ever could have happened.

I guess it's just so I remember where I started.

The problem with marriage - or may be its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other...

The age wasn't as important as the milestones.

May be the question we need to ask isn't whether there's any fresh twenty first century sin...but whether the people who define sin have changed, because of the times.

...he glanced at the stranger in the seat beside him and tried to remember when she used to be his daughter.

Your child is hurt. How quickly can you make it better?What if you can't?

It was possible, Trixie supposed, that everyone had two faces: Some of us did a better job of hiding it than others.

Who knew that when you cut a slit in the belly of the night sky, it bled color?

She'd take these random occurrences and elevate them to oracles; she'd pretend that they were enough to justify her actions.Or lack therof.

It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it...

People move too fast and talk too much, and before you know it, they come back to a place they don't want to be - except now they know there's nowhere left to run.

May be it took realizing that you could die to keep you from wanting to do it.

It was simply what happened when the histories of two people dovetailed into one.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Daniel understood that in the blink of an eye you might reinvent yourself. He understood that the person you were yesterday might not be the person you are tomorrow.

She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones that most people considered foul language.Love.Help.Rape.Stop.Then.

She turned to stare out the window, lost in a thousand thoughts, not a single one of which Danielle could guess.

They were different places in that same relationship, and like anything that's out of alignment, they were destined to crash sooner or later.

She pictured how it would feel to trust your instincts in a strange land, to know the difference between where you had been and where you were going.

How could you pick, knowing that you'd have to go home and live with the choice you made?

A villain let your creativity out of its cage.

Danger came in different packages, at different points in a lifetime.