“Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be...the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song "Hardliners" by Holcombe Waller)”

“Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?” “Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.” She laughed softly. “Go figure.”

“And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonightAnd I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I amthis song remind me of die for me at sometimes on in the chapter :)”

“I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.”

“I like my women soft and round. His blue gaze burned into hers. I don't lie, Becca. I love your body, every single curve, every dimple, every scar.”

“If your going to look back on something and laugh about it, you might as well laugh about it now.”