I don't feel like doing anything. I don't even know what I need right now. I just want to feel normal.

'Hormones,' I smiled. ' They do funny things to us women. They should be banned.'
'Do funny things to blokes too,' chipped Eddie.
'Rubbish, you wouldn't know a hormone if it hit you in the face,' chided his wife. 'You men have no idea.'

It dosen't mean anything. You can't help who chooses to march into your dreams and start kissing you without your permission.

My father taught me that family was everything. Business is obviously vital but family, relationships, love, these things matter more than anything.

But did it really matter what he looked like? She wasn't hiring him for his wardrobe.

Her private life seemed stark and empty, and professionally she felt equally dissatisfied. She needed something, anything, to give her a new lease of life.

“Stop! Stop saying things that make me grin like an idiot. My face has been hurting since the second I met you.”

"You sound like my mother now."
"You know what they say. Brilliant minds think alike."

Once, while still living in Atlanta, someone had asked her if she would have had Kyle if she had known what lay in store for both of them. "Of course," she'd answered quickly, just as she was supposed to. And deep down she knew she meant it. Despite his problems, she viewed Kyle as a blessing, If she conceived it in terms of pro and cons, the list of pro was not only longer, but much more meaningful.

I know it's the wrong thing to say right after I say it. Unfortunately, they haven't invented a verbal delete button yet.

That's the thing with jealousy. It chews at your soul. And it doesn't stop until you let it go.

We were safe now. We were free, but my body still reacted like the devil was chasing me.

Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him. My brain told me to run.

I wanted to blow her mind with every touch and every kiss so her every thought always came back to me. I would never touch anyone else again without thinking about her.

I stared at the pulsating fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. On. Off. On. Off. I wished I could find my pain's off switch.

We'd read about sirens in English this fall; Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful, their voices so enchanting, that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her, I lost my mind.

He made her feel as if she'd only been half-alive before they'd met.

“She won’t ever get better until you die,” he repeats and I’d had it.
“Clue in, asshole, she boarded the rail to crazy train a long fucking time ago and you purchased the ticket.”

This was not the type of unfinished business I would settle for with an arrest. This was the type of unfinished business that ended with a burial.

Grabbing his face, I assault his mouth intending to shut him up. Wanting to show him I wasn’t sweet anymore, I wasn’t tame and I sure as fuck wasn’t his. But the opposite happened because when he gave it right back to me, I forgot my intentions.