“My life is over.""I believe your life can be whatever you want to make of it." I lifted my chin defiantly, daring him to challenge me. "Is that how it works? Well then, I want my life to be a big, giant, keg party.”

“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life." He looked up at her through the veil of silvery hair that fell over his eyes. "That is," he said shyly, "if you love me, too.”

“...whatever I ended up doing with my life,I wanted to people feel the way this music was making me feel.”

“I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.”

“It's my life, I'll believe what I want to believe. It's your life, you believe what you want to believe. That doesn't mean we can't get along.”

“Dark chocolate, poured over velvet: that was how his voice tasted. I wanted him to follow me around and narrate the rest of my life.”