“[H]is gentle horses graze on fertile grasses and tempt me to ride off in search of answers to what if and what’s out there and why not. Where everything around me hints there is more to offer but tells me time and again … not for me.”

“What is a man, anyway? Everything I see around me in popular culture tells me a man is he who screws and kills. But everything I see around me in life tells me a man is he who makes money.”

“Tell me. Tell me why you think you're leaving me again. Because you're not, you know. You're not leaving without me”

“My friends tell me that I have a tendency to point out problems without offering solutions, but they never tell me what I should do about it.”

“Tell me, friend," Jack said, his fingertips grazing mind as people shuffled past us in the hallway. "Is there more for us?"I looked at my feet. "There's everything for us.”

“What was it like the first time you saw me?" she asks. "What was it about me that made you want to ask me out? And tell me everything, even the bad thoughts."I laugh. "There weren't any bad thoughts. Naughty thoughts, maybe. But not bad."She grins. "Well then tell me those, too.”