It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

Men. Do they all evade as first line of defense?

One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.”“Right, and one day my prince might come.”“I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

The author's alliterative description of politics since the 1960 presidential debates: "Government by Gotcha".

Heavenly Father, I thank you for your favour.

Fiona fixed a slice of bread to the toasting fork and held it out to the flames. So began the ritual. Hot butter melted off the slices of toast and dribbled onto their fingers.

You can't have a goal without determination, because without the determination the goal will die.

Other things titillate me more keenly than the pale pleasures of marriage.

Passion is what you need to be good, an unforgiving passion.

The strong must learn to be lonely.

We desire to understand the world by giving names to the things we see, but these things are only the effects of something subtle.

Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.

Public postures have the configuration of private derangement.