“It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul."The strangest," he agreed.”

“It's the strange world.''The strangest.”

“Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?""Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.”

“It seemed silly that this fact – the existence of his soul – had ever been in question, even if he was a vampire. He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.”

“I love you more than anything in the world combined.”

“Strange world isn't it?”

“It's a strange world”