We All Look. The Lucky Find.

Fate Rules. You Follow The Steps And You Plan And You Work. Then Fate Slips In Laughing And Makes Fools Of Us. Sometimes We Can Trick It Or Out Guess It But Most Often Its Already Written. For Some Its Written In Blood. That Doesn't Mean We Stop, But It Does Mean We Can't Comfort Ourselves With Blame. It's Easier To Take The Blame Than To Admit There Was Nothing You Could Do To Stop Whatever Happened.

Oh, God. God, Isn't That Perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad With A Layer Of Nerd. Solid, Steady, Chipping Away So Patiently, You Don't Even Know You've Had Your Shields Hacked Down Until You're Defenseless. It's The Type." "you're Not In Love With A Type, You're In Love With A Man," Penny Corrected. "or You're Not.

And Still She Felt More Confident At The Prospect Of Taking On The Russian Mafia Than She Did Attending A Backyard Barbecue.

I Do Not Feel Obliged In My Reading. I Read To Be Entertained And To Relax, And To Go Into Another World, Not Because It's Good For Me.

People [are] As Much A Source Of Entertainment As They [are] A Source Of Irritation. It Keep[s] Things Balanced.