Why Were There No Buoys In Life

But Roarke Doesn't Feel Weird About It. He's Full Of It, The Love, I Mean. And When He Loves Me, Things That Never Worked In Me Did - Do. It Was Easier When They Didn't Work, But It's Better When They Do. You Know?

That Was The Biggest Problem With Getting Used To Someone, She Thought. You Were Lonely When They Weren't There.

What Do You Know About Life? " Bitterness Ached In Her Throat. " You Were Born With Everything. You Never Had To Struggle For A Single Thing You Wanted, Never Had To Worry If You'd Be Accepted Or Loved Or Wanted Back." He Stared At Her, Grateful For The Moment That She Couldn't See That He'd Spent Nearly Half Of His Life Worrying That She, The Single Thing He Wanted, Would Accept Him, Love Him, And Want Him Back.

He Won't Be One Of Those Girlishly Pretty Men With Curly Gold Hair...he'll Be Dark, Dangerous, Too. Brave, Certainly, But Not Without Flaws. I Like My Heroes Human.

Mary Stewart Will Always Be My Goddess. I Can Pick Up One Of Her Early Books - One I've Read A Dozen Times - And Still Slide Right Into The Story.