“A man need not be ashamed of moist eyes when he gazes on the face of some loved one who is far away. It's human. It shows a kindly heart, an impressionable mind!("The Doomed Man")”

“When she paused, I embraced the opportunity to turn the trend of conversation by saying:'I am afraid that I was a little rude to you last night,' but I hardly expected such a blunt reply as she made.'Yes, you were exceedingly rude, and I hate rude men.''I hope you don't hate me,' I cried, laughingly.'Oh no, not quite. You're a Londoner, you see.'This was very severe. I confess I was hardly prepared for it, and I was tempted to say something cutting in reply, but checked myself, bowed, and merely remarked:'Which is not my fault. Therefore pity me rather than blame me.''Certainly I do that,' she replied, with an amusing seriousness.("The Doomed Man")”

“I looked into his sandy brown eyes, at one with the hair. At the business- like outward presentation of the man who daily printed sneers, innuendo, distrust and spite and spoke without showing a trace of them. 'Off the record,' I said,'bash his face in'.”

“What if I don't want to be friends with you?" he challenged, grinning again, staring directly into my eyes. Obviously taking me seriously was an impossibility for Evan. Despite not being able to breathe, I connected with his taunting gaze and refused to look away. "Then we won't be friends," I said flatly. "What if I want to be more than friends?”

“Have you ever met a man who looked so damn delicious that you wanted to sop him up with a hot buttermilk biscuit and inhale him in one gulp?”“Why, yes, I have,” Doris said.That was a shocker. “Really? What happened?”“I married him.”

“I love that picture, he admitted softly. I think it's because I love the girl in that picture.”

“It's beautiful," I breathed, admiring the powerful emotion and truth frozen in the single shot. "I love that picture," he admitted softly. "I think it's because I love the girl in that picture.”