“They were completely happy. They couldn't stop smiling at each other, beaming like fools till their cheeks ached.”

“Our smiles mostly for each other, and every stranger a possible demon or bear, till they proved otherwise”

“It didn't really matter that we couldn't understand each other, what mattered were those little smiles and nods that said so much more than words.”

“It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air. I was saying something that was making her laugh, and I couldn't stop looking at her. It was a little bit chilly, and her cheeks were pink, and her dark hair was flowing around her face. All I wanted for the rest of my life was to keep making her laugh like that. Sometimes our arms brushed against each other as we walked, and it was like I could feel the touch for minutes after it happened.”

“Ah, but being in love made you mean and crazy. Love made you act like a fool even when you knew you were acting like a fool and couldn't help yourself from acting like a fool.”

“Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.”