“Graham went to the gym to work out, as he does almost every day. There's a pile of unfolded clothes on the couch beside me and a bag of cheese puffs in my lap. I love it when he goes… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Peanut butter is my favorite food.” Rivers looks at me for a long time, finally shaking his head. He moves to my side, reclining next tome. “Peanut butter is not food.” “Then what is it?” “I don't know. A condiment.… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“No one could control the length of their life, but they could control how they lived it.” — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“PICTURE A CREAM-COLORED couch. Now visualize one brooding dark-haired sex machine (I’m assuming, but I have a strong feeling about this) sitting on one… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“I want to live as much as I can,and if people are around when I happen to get spontaneous, I can't exactly tell them… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“She had realized something over the recent months: it didn’t matter who you were or what you’d accomplished in life; none of that mattered… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“it didn’t matter who you were or what you’d accomplished in life; none of that mattered when tragedy struck. You had no pull; no… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Without making a conscious decision to do so, Drew grabbed a fistful of her ridiculous blond wig and tugged. Some of her hair came… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Each song had a story to tell, each song was a small, but significant tale.” — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Love was forever, love was not lost when a life was; love did not fall away or weaken a person. Love was strong and… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“We always think we have more time and that is the wrong way to think, because time is something we never have enough of.” — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Why are you in my room?” “Because I can be.” “You shouldn’t be.” “Save it, Rochester. You broke my nose.” “Does it hurt?” He… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
“Why do you need a recipe book?” “So I can cook?” I raise my eyebrows. A frown twists his lips. “Pretty sure my mom… — Lindy Zart Copy Share Image
