“That's why you love me." "I do not love you. I don't even like you." "You will," he said, his voice low and luscious.”

“I want you to love me.""I don't even know you.""Then I'll settle for a date. Bowling?”

“What do you want from me, Crank?” Her voice was raw, desperate. I looked at her. She was so close, but might as well have been a thousand miles away. I said, “I want you to love me.”

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered. “Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.”

“I don't have room for serious in my life."He stepped close and brushed my lips with his, then spoke in a low tone. "I want you to be serious about me,”

“It's true, I love you, and I want you to be happy, I want you to have the life you deserve. And if that means... if that means I have to stand here and watch you walk away, then I'll do it. I won't be happy about it. It'll break my heart. But... if that's what you really need, then we're done.”

“When I'm ninety, I want you to tell me that it's my turn to ask you a question, and if that miracle happens, then my question is going to be, 'Do you still love me?' and I hope that answer will still be yes.”