As An Author You Hope Your Characters

He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

It Didn't Help That She Was Painfully Shy And Kept To Herself, Because Then They Just Thought She Was Stuck-up, Which She Wasn't. She Was Just Quiet.

Love. It's So Close To Hate, It's Almost Indistinguishable.

That Was The Thing About Pictures--they Were Worth A Thousand Words, But Sometimes They Weren't The Right Ones.

Jack Force Was More Than She Had Ever Dared Wish For, And He Was Better Than A Dream Or A Fantasy Because He Was Real. He Was Far From Perfect, Moody And Distant At Times, And Burdened With Sharp Temper And An Impulsiveness That Was Part Of His Dark Nature. But She Felt More Love For Him Than She Thought Possible. He Wasn't Perfect, But He Was Perfect For Her. (schuyler Van Alen)