“Love is a tidal wave--not because it sweeps you off your feet, but because it pulls you down and drowns you.”

“Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.”

“Love's a tidal wave," she says."Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.""But sometimes," I point out, "it's the only thing that keeps you afloat.”

“Marina sighs. “Love is like a tidal wave,” she says. “Because it sweeps you off your feet?” I ask. “No, because it sucks you under and you drown.” “But sometimes,” I point out, “it’s the only thing that keeps you afloat.”

“The question is not if you're willing to die for her. The question is, can you live without her?”

“This is why there was music. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.”

“No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst. So how do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong with the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?”