“God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.”

“Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.”

“I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.”

“The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.”

“I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.”

“And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?”

“My life is over.My one forever love hasbeen snatched away,condemned by my ownfather's rules to die,just because he loved me.I am without a home,without a single person to love.And after havingdiscovered love, lived for a shortwhile surrounded by love,that is to much to bear.I am a pariah, at church,at school. The few peopleI once called friends havebetrayed me and causedthe death of my husband,our innocent child.And so they should die too.All of them. Dad. BishopCrandall. Trevor, Becca, Emily.With the pull of a 10mm hairtrigger, their lives will end at sacrament meeting.Such lovely irony!And when I finish there,I'll hide in the desert,reload, and go in searchof Carmen and Tiffany,who started the rumors.And Derek, just because.”