“It was fucking weird. They had gone from a sickening, "in love" couple doing a duet to the complete opposite in the span of two songs. Who knew the Beatles were still so controversial.”

“I knew what song was next and I knew who I was dancing with. My wife.”

“My god, Portland was fucking weird sometimes.”

“Shit. Dean and I had gone from workout buddies to acting like a bunch of overanalysing pussies. Next thing you knew, we’d start having our periods at the same time.”

“Because even after all this, I still loved her. Love and hate were two sides of the same coin, and my coin was destined to land with love facing up. And the minute I made peace with those odds was the minute I'd start winning.”

“I love you Perry,” he whispered, mouth moving in my hair. “I love you so fucking much. And I’m losing myself. I’m losing myself to you and I don’t care anymore because there’s never been a better feeling in the whole fucking world. I love you. So much. Too much. Always.”

“Ah, dear, sweet Eden. To quote the great Rhett Butler, you need to be fucked and by someone who knows how.”“What version of Gone with the Wind did you grow up watching?” “There are a lot of liberties taken with Spanish subtitles.”