“Her experience told her that suicide wasn't a thunderous, unimaginable roar. It was a seductive whisper that stole the people you loved.”
“...he looked down at her with a smug smile and whispered against her lips, 'I told you I wasn't freaked out.”
“And maybe it wasn't his love that brought him back, but hers. How seductive being loved could be.”
“Love wasn't to be measured, much less restricted, by methodology. Love wasn't a method. Love was a faculty of the highest order, imagined or unimagined. Love wasn't an activity. Love was an experience. Love was the second coming of innocence.”
“Aphrodite put off her famous belt, in which all the charms of love are woven, potency, desire, lovely whispers, and the force of seduction, which takes away foresight and judgment even from the most reasonable people.”
“You stole my heart, Regan,"he told her. "And I don't particularly want it back.”