“Just be where you are. Right now. Be in this moment only. That’s all that really counts...............One breath at a time. It’s… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I start the engine and shoot a glance through the tinted window, figuring if anyone is still watching, they can no longer… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Mr. Roth. The Devil is holding your daughter’s hand. Now would be a great time to step up and whack the kid… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She kept her voice steady in an attempt to play this cool. “Uh, Mom? Any time you want to step in? Permanently… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“As awkward as this moment is, I'm intrigued with the possibilities of what this could mean. Gray Porter holding up my bangs… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“This time, I know all of his tricks: dimples, divots, smiles, and cute eye-crinkle things. Bring it on.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try to convince you of my feelings. Not after that kiss. Not… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts,” he adds nodding. “Do you ever watch the animated stuff?” Grin. Grin. Grin. I'm seriously… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I’m never… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He’s so good at his job, that I’ve fallen for him, the mirage of him being my boyfriend, all of it. Like everyone else.… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: “The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.” I attack the curtain with a flourish… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“My heart races and I look away. “Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I pass off a few more résumés and jet away from her and that cinnamon smell, reserving the last paper in my hand so… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I’m living in fiction. It’s perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren’t yours.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
