Before she realized he was next to her, he had placed his hands over hers on the countertop, then hooped his fingers through hers. Gretel looked up at him, so startled she might as well have been shot. 'I just wanted to wake you up', he said. Which is exactly what he did. One look at him and her heart was racing. One look, and whatever had been before was all over.

He stepped off the pavement like a man jumping off a bridge, as calm as a swimmer with an ocean out below. Lucy had known what he was going to do the instant their eyes met. She'd know what he intended because she would have done the very same thing if she'd had his courage. Nothing was going to break his fall.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by