“You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.”

“With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.”

“I swung the door open and seductively leaned against it. The ultimate badass looked like he was having a heart attack.”

“Giggling, I drifted into a rendition of You’re so Vain by Carly Simon to Lost Cause from Beck, stopping after (I Hate) Everything About You by Ugly Kid Joe.“Nice, Grace. What was that a montage of how I feel about Shane songs?”

“Please don't be sorry, Grace. I am your friend and I'm here if you need to talk about anything or need a shoulder to cry on.""Thanks.""Especially if that's the only way I'll ever get to hold you.”

“Stop, Lea. I don't get happily-ever afters. Those are just for fairytales and porn.”

“I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you." - Shane”