“I could see his lips forming the word, Hey, baby. Want to party?Yeesh. After a hundred thousand years of verbal evolution, could a guy not produce a better pick up line than that?”

“Reed lifts his lips from mine, and looking into my eyes, he murmurs, “I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.”

“Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.”

“I want to plant a little garden with you now take care of a piece of the earth somehow and tend it when we're old and gray and try to straighten up and say, well, I'm so glad to see you today hey baby hey baby hey baby hey ”

“God, did they know? A year made the world of difference! This was one more year I could be with Jason, one more year I could live! I signed up for three hundred years. . . not three hundred and one!”

“The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.‘Harry... Potter...’And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great, glassy orbs sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.”