“Grace, you can accept my secrets, my horrors and my friendship but not a simple dress?" Robert asked, hearing my thoughts. - Falling From Grace”

“You're my grand and my torment ... you are my life and my love.”

“Robert, I’m sorry that you feel so strange, but I’m not sorry that you’re feeling it because of me,” I whispered, my heart feeling a familiar twinge as I continued, “but even if you hadn’t felt it, it would not change the way I feel about you.”

“I nestled my face closer to his neck, wanting to smell his skin, lose myself in the scent and feel of him as we swayed slowly to the beat of music I couldn't hear because his voice was in my mind...and it was the only sound I ever wanted to hear again.”

“The death of these people might have changed the world, Grace, so we might have changed the world, Grace, so we sometimes have to look at death not as something sad, but as something to be glad for. Sometimes death changes our lives in ways we never expect. It can bring with it every emotion; we have to learn to recognize the ones that help us and the ones that hurt us. And we also have to be willing to accept that with everything else, death also brings with it love. That is why we must always be grateful and appreciate it, even if it brings some sadness with it.”

“He sleeps with you?""Robert?"Stacey rolled her eyes at that. "No, Ghandi-of course Robert!”

“You are my home. Wherever you are, that's where I'm meant to be.”