Quotes from Kathleen Tessaro

Very few of us relate to what it's like to be a hero. But everyone understands what it's like to fail.

Was any wound more painful than the one no one else could see?

Heaven isn't a place, Fanning!...Why does everyone assume it's a destination - some cerebral version of Grand Central Station? It's a state of being! The unshakeable certainty of who you are and where you fit in the world! The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune aside, we suffer most when we try to be someone or something we're not." (page 220)

for those ascending the social ladder, other people are only rungs. And this is a town of climbers." (page 237)

Don't worry, Iceberg, this will melt you!" He chuckled. I didn't like his tone. "Why are you calling me that?" "Because you're cold as ice, and that sour face of yours could sink a ship! What are you afraid of?" he teased. "That you might melt?

the difference between presence, which includes everyone in its warm glow, and attitude, which keeps the whole world at bay.

Monte Carlo was the place to gamble, gossip and sunbathe, exchange an old lover for a newer one, and acquire next season's fashion statement a full three months before the rest of Paris.

The air was a delicate cocktail of things foreign and familiar; both damply green and faintly musty; as sea-soaked as the oysters, as crisply refreshing as the champagne.

The secret life is the only real life. Everything else is just a disguise.

You don't want to fall into a bad crowd." She didn't realize I was the bad crowd.

Roger had a charming smile, one that illuminated his whole face; wrinkling his nose, crinkling the skin around his hazel eyes.

As I stared back at myself in the reflected grandeur of the room, I remembered what Mr. Kessler had told me: a good counterfeit is as much a work of art as the real thing.

You'd be surprised, Mr. Winshaw. They give library cards to anyone these days. Even secretaries.

They wanted a girl who knew what it was like to acquire things out of amusement rather than need. Who sympathized with those whose lives were so pleasantly arranged that they hungered for beauty and meaning rather than food. The