“Logan, with no memory of his own life was teaching me how to live in the moment and enjoy mine.--Ashlyn”

“He leaned in. “Kiss me, one last time.” I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. “Don’t forget me, okay?”

“It's funny how people mark their lives, the benchmarks they choose to decide when the moment is more of a moment than any other. For life is made of them. I like to think the best ones of all are in my mind, that they run through my blood in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see.”

“Apparently, he was too busy living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.”

“Apparently, he was too bust living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.”

“It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.”