“I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?”

“i expected demands. he gifted me with tenderness. i expected ego. he let me experiment. i expected disrespect. he called me beautiful. i expected him to expect perfection. he taught me all i needed to know.”

“The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.”

“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.”

“Losing ItSome days I thinkI'm losing my mind.What seems so clearmost of the timebecomes a big question mark.Am I really the wayI percieve myself, oris the person others seethe truth of me? I wait foranswers, but inside I know I have to go outand find them. And answerslike knowledge, are not always where wefirst look for them.”

“I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.”

“I want him to be my Edward -- taking care of me, always. Watching over me, day or night, unsleeping. Keeping me safe, by his side. Caring for me with a passion so pure it can't be corrupted by time or distance or seduction. I know Edward is only fiction. But that doesn't have to mean love like his can only be found in books and movies or rooted in the misty world of dreams.”