“There’s only one thing I don’t love about him. Her.”

“Okay, sister mine, what do you know that I don’t?” She grinned at him. “Well, there’s that entire medical school curriculum, for one thing.”

“He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“If there’s one thing I know, it’s that there’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.”

“I think we love who we love and there’s not a damn thing that can be done about it.”

“It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply!”