“This isn't some kind of game for me. I love you, Ivy Lyons, and one day you're going to believe me.- Tristan Carruthers -”

“This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.”

“I love you, Ivy. I'll never stop loving you."She leaned against the winsow, looking out on a pale and glittering night. She looked through tears.I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy, and you were meant for someone else."She stood up straight. "No."Yes, love," he said, softly but firmly.No!"Promise me, Ivy-"I'll promise you nothing but that I love you," she cried.Listen to me," Tristan pleaded. "You know I can't stay any longer."The pale, glittering night was raining now, and fresh tears gleamed on her cheeks, but he had to leave.I love you," he said. "I love you. Love him.- Tristan Carruthers -”

“How would you feel about sharing your bed?" she asked. Tristan blinked. "Excuse me?" "He'd love to!" Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, "Good," said Ivy, failing to notice Gary's wink. "Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll over her.”

“Have you thought this through? People die, love. I'm all for women, but this isn't a woman's game.'For some reason, this irritates me more than anythign else I've heard all day. It's not even relevant.”

“One of these days, you're going to fall in love with some guy, and you're not going to know what to do with yourself.”