“About experiencing with him what you always dreamed a relationship could be like, only to lose it forever, never being able to love anyone again.”

“She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways.Ways that made him believe that he could do anything.Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.”

“She had spent days balancing on the edge of a choice. A choice, she had suddenly realized, that was never truly a matter of selection. It was what Damien had seemed to know from the start. The only choice she could make was to ignore the demands of her heart and her spirit, both of which she had tried to ignore no matter how loudly they had screamed at her. In truth, there was no choice. She was meant to be his, and he was meant to be hers. She had searched day after day for outside proof of this, only to realize that there was none, and never would be. The proof was stamped in the desires of her soul. It was the instinct that had been born in her, flipped on like a switch, the moment it had flipped on as brilliantly in him. Only he had seen the light, and she had been blinded by it.”

“I do a great deal of research. I don’t want anyone to say, ‘That could not have happened.’ It may be fiction, but it has to be true.”

“You have that syndrome that chronically sick kids get, like overdeveloped conscience syndrome," she announced."You made that up."Juliet laughed. "I did. You have it though. You always feel like you're inconveniencing somebody.""I am always inconveniencing somebody. I'm an inconvenient person.""But you're not. We didn't ask to be born this way, Allie. The world owes you one. Not the other way around.”

“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time only a dream. Just as the oak sleeps in the acorn, and the bird waits in the egg, so dreams are the seedlings of realities.”

“I've loved you since the first moment I saw you," he said at last, the words rushed and full of rolling emotions. "Sitting there in powder blue and waiting for your killer so you could turn the table and slaughter his heart instead." - Guin (Pleasure)”