“The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn't easily explained; nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.”

“I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...”

“Would he really want us here...forever? Because forever was what I was thinking when I agreed to move. I never would have done it, if it wasn't about forever.”

“He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.”

“I had been in love before, but never found it necessary.”

“I have you with me, and I'm terrified you'll disappear.”

“She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?”