“He turned his head, kissed the top of her head. "I love you.""It sounds lovely in bed, in the dark, when everything's quiet.""Because it's true. And it'll be true in the morning.”

“Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.”

“Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. “I love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can’t you say it, Hero?”

“I love...that elevator,” she said. With a sleepy smile and a full heart, he turned his head and kissed into her soft hair. “Aw, Red. I love that elevator, too.”

“You do not touch a King's head, not because he is untouchable but because he knows that the top of his head is his center of imagination, the source of everything including the divine consciousness.”

“True love comes in quietly, without banners or flashing lights. She is your sanity in a world full of madness. True love is not how grand you are or how simple you are, but it's who you are when you're with her and she loves you not in spite of it, but because of it. She is the one who stands with you, when the rest of the world falls down.”