“Is this how you get dates? You drag women into your car, lock them inside and don't let them out till they've agreed to go out with you?”

“Are you setting me up?""Dear God in heaven, no! She's sworn off relationships with men, so you're safe. Besides, I don't think anything permanent would work with you." She paused. "I was thinking more along the lines of a fling.""Jesus Christ," Jake muttered, running a hand down his face. "You're pimping me out.”

“It's only one date. I can do it. And you'll probably lose interest afterward.""No other woman's ever needed to give herself a pep talk to spend time with me.""That you know of.”

“Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.”

“What are you smoking and why aren’t you sharing?”

“Have dinner with me tonight."Augusta blinked, mind blank. Then said, "The five-second rule applies here. You can take the invite back and we can pretend you never asked."He scowled and repeated, "Have dinner with me.”

“Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.”