“I believe in love because it exists. I don’t take other peoples’ failures and make them my own. I will find love, and it will prosper.”

“I do want to believe in love. I want all of its trappings, and if it costs me my sanity and a very good divorce lawyer, so be it.”

“Wa, did I just say fate? I so don't believe in that. Fate is bullshit people force-feed themselves when they're too lazy to carve out a destiny of their own.”

“I can protect my heart now that I know better—now that I know love never works out in the end. Right?”

“I love you more than the heavens love the sun and the moon.”

“He touches his thumb to my cheek and his wonderful vibrations tune through me like the strumming of a harp. “I love you, Skyla. In time you will feel the same.” I catch my breath and hold it, not sure how to respond. A part of me knows this is real. A part of me already has a very special place in my heart for Marshall. And although I’m terribly afraid to admit it, the thought of making love to him has been playing out in the recesses of my darkest fantasies for some time now. “Really?” His brows arch in amusement. Shit.”

“I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.”