“Devon: "Why, Bryn, I do believe he's given her your pen."Bryn: "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.”

“Go back to your ghost, I hear Bryn telling me. But she has it wrong. Bryn is the one who's been living with the ghost-the specter of a man who never stopped loving someone else.”

“You’re not the only one who wants it all—I do too. I want you every day of forever, Bryn, not just one day at a time. But it’s enough for now,” he repeated his eyes overflowing with fondness.”

“I love you, Bryn Dawson. I am yours, and yours alone, to the very end.”

“What in life is worth a sacrifice, if not love? -Bryn”

“Bryn looked from Halt to Horace and back again. He saw no pity in either face."I don't want to," he said in a very small voice. Horace found it hard to reconcile this cringing figure with the sneering bully who had been making his life hell for the past few months. Halt appeared to consider Bryn's statement."We'll note your protest," he said cheerfully. "Now continue, please.”