“Why don't you try it? It might be easier to run in these than your boots.""This shoe clearly is not my size, and there is no time to have more made."I tried not to laugh. "They have some in the back room that are your size.”

“You shouldn't have told them you were my fiance.""I thought if I were your fiance, they would let me see you immediately.""It just made you sound weird. Nobody my age gets married.”

“I tried to avoid it coming to that, but it was bound to happen...My attraction to you has tested my self-control and my concentration.”

“I don't get it. Why are many people drawn to someone who's hurt them? Maybe it's an ego thing- being hurt sucks, and you think you can erase that hurt by going back to the person who caused it. Then it will be like it never happened in the first place. Only problem is that it did happen.”

“Wait a minute— who is Mrs. Alexander Banks eight thousand and twenty-one?"Uh-oh. He'd spotted the small icon at the top with my log-in name. I felt my face heat up. "It's just, uh, a name. Everyone has to log in under a made-up name."He turned to me, narrowing his eyes. "Is this your made-up name?”

“Nothing ever goes back to normal. All that happens is your concept of normal changes.”

“How sad that I felt more of a connection to a fictional character than to a guy in real life.”