Quotes from Robyn Carr

When you're me, you're a little more afraid of not living than of living too much.

Cam had slipped under her legs, resting them on his thighs to keep them elevated, so she was too cozy to stay awake. She looked over at him and had to stifle a laugh. His feet were up on the trunk, his head tilted back, his mouth open, and his hand snaked under her sweatshirt to feel her belly. But the movement of the babies hadn't roused him. Yet. She

tuition, lots of fund-raising and often

everyone has worries. The rich have as many as the poor. The healthy as many as the sick. It's a worrisome deal, this life business. You have to learn to mellow, not stay up all night feeding it.

Good Lord," Maureen interrupted him. "What did your father and I do to turn you boys off marriage?" she asked, half pleading, half annoyed. "I thought we had a good marriage, your da and me. He was so wonderful to me. I tried to take good care of him and you boys! It makes me wonder where we failed that the lot of you are terrified of marriage." "It

I can't stay here, John. I'm pregnant." Then it was Preacher's turn to show shock. Silent and dark. It settled into his eyes and over his expression slowly as he sat back in the chair, then stood. He went behind the bar and poured himself a shot, throwing it back. When he returned to the chair by the fire, he asked, "Did he know? When he beat you, did he know you were pregnant?" She nodded and looked away from him, pursing her lips tight.

The women are in charge, my brother. We don't have to like it, but it's the law.

She frowned as she looked at the bear, changed. He had a new leg, sewn out of blue-and-gray plaid. It wasn't exactly the same shape as the surviving leg; it was just a stuffed flannel tube stuck on the bear, but he was symmetrical now. "What did you do?" she asked, taking the bear. Preacher shrugged. "I told him I'd give it a try. Looks pretty silly, I guess, but it was a good idea at the time.

So, what brings you to town?" Sean took a sip of his beer. "Burning off some leave. Visiting my brother. I have a little over six weeks of leave left. I used to hit the bars with my brother, but his running days are over." "War injury?" the bartender asked. "Battle of the sexes. He just got married." The bartender whistled. "My condolences." Tonight

Come on, get in," she said. "I'm taking you home. You can get Luke to bring you back for your car tomorrow, if you don't die in your sleep." "You said that in a way that suggested you hoped I would die in my sleep," he said. "Don't be silly. I'd like you to die much more violently than that. Now get in—I don't have all night." "That's

I have no intention of being reckless," she said. "I just don't want to waste away in a lab or library while life goes on around me.

We should think about naming your new playmate," she said. "I have a suggestion," he said. "Emma." "I like Emma," she said. "Old girlfriend?" "Mother. My mother," he said. "Aw, that's sweet. I think your mother would be happy you're finally serious." "Mel?

After all, Jack had gone into war five times and the only really bad injury he'd sustained was a pretty miserable shot in the ass. Not everyone who went to war came out crippled.

Mel came into the bar, the baby on her hip. She passed the baby right across the bar to Jack. Jack hefted the baby and said, "Mr. Hadley, meet David, your future student." David laughed, put a finger in his mouth and farted, bringing a big laugh out of Jack. "Yeah, he's just warming up. He's going to be one of the fun ones, I can tell." Jack

Someone lit the candles on the cake

Jack was mesmerized by the sight of her, naked in front of those mirrors. He hadn't really seen her like that. He'd seen her naked, of course, but lying down or standing almost a foot shorter than he as they showered. Now he bent, looked at her profile and said, "My God, Melinda. You're huge." She threw him a look that suggested a different choice of words. "I mean, you look awesome, Mel. Look at that!" "Shut up, Jack," she said. When

Protect yourself from people who have the habit of being mean,

and there. Sometimes she gave

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies—Nelson Mandela. "Enough,

His smile was constant, which was a signal—you only smile when something makes you smile. If you smile all the time, you're hiding something.

When they got to Sam Sheridan's house, Mel preceded Jack up the walk toward the front door while Jack began toting luggage and gifts. "Mel," he called, causing her to turn around to see him smiling brightly. "You're starting to waddle," he said proudly. "Uh!" she exclaimed, tossing her hair as she turned abruptly away from him. Although

We're men, Rick. We're idiots. Ask Mel," he said. "Yeah.

She would never be without support. Sierra was nine months sober.

with grades, with scores. I always had to be the best in my class. It felt like the only way I could measure my success, my self-worth. If you knew the time I put into preparing for the MCAT you wouldn't believe it—it verged on OCD. It's that insane.