I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Afternoon naps were a custom of the country and never were they so necessary as on the all-day parties, beginning early in the morning and culminating in a ball.

This," said a voice from the depths of the sofa, "is too much.