“Sandi couldn't bear to read about other people falling in love and having babies while her own arms and worms were so painfully empty.”

“Careful, Sandi. You're about to let your bulldog mouth overload your bird-dog bite.”

“How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow?”

“She tilted her face to his, and he discovered that kissing her was something he didn't have to train for by reading a book. It came naturally.”

“Every time she shut her eyes she saw herself wrapped in his arms in the middle of that beautiful bed just right for conceiving children.”

“He smiled, which was not at all what she'd expected. It wasn't just a polite smile, either. It was the kind that made her want to sit on the front-porch swing, if she'd had a swing, and hum romantic songs from the thirties, those terrific old songs that talked about red sails in the sunset and the glory of love.”

“How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?”