“A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.”

“My hope is that what has gone before is only the introductory chapter of our love story. There are more memories to be made. ~ Ian”

“To know for an hour you were mine completely --Mine in body and soul, my own --I would bear unending tortures sweetly,With not a murmur and not a moan.A lighter sin or a lesser errorMight change through hope or fear divine;But there is no fear, and hell has no terror,To change or alter a love like mine.”

“I never thought that this moment would come for me.   My whole life has been shaped to protect me and keep my heart safe.   I know that I’m about to change all of that and I should be terrified.   I lean forward and brush my lips across his.   The fact that the fear never comes and all I can think about is Connor and his mouth on mine gives me the courage to speak.   “Connor, make love to me.”   I say against his lips.”

“What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.”

“Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.”