“It was time for me to go, to accept the dream was over and the poem exchange meant nothing; that the person I though I was no longer existed.”

“Time stretched, expanded so there was just him and me and the closenss, and I thought how it was all very well to tell yourself what you should and shouldn't feel but in the end the should word didn't make the slightest scrap of difference.”

“But I don't believe coincidences are chance events. I think they're the times we happen to see the mysterious pattern connecting everything.”

“But no one ever explains how it's the little choices that send your life careening in another direction, like deciding to send a poem in the mail or saying yest to a walk on a moonless night.”

“People say that it's the big decisions that are important... that these are the type of issues worthy of prolonged consideration. But no one ever explains how it's the little choices that send your life careening in another direction.”

“No,” I said, raising my voice to be heard over the piano chords. “I didn't lie to you, Puck. I meant what I said—at least, I did back then. But it's not the same as what I feel for Ash, you knew that.”“Did I?” Puck's voice was ugly. “Maybe I did, but you sure led me on a merry chase, princess. Just like a pro. When were you going to tell me I didn't have a cold chance in hell?”

“I glanced at Puck and smiled. "Are you going to stop me?"He held up his hands. "Wouldn't dream of it.”