Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

I could hardly get a boy to look at me. All right, they'd look, they'd even take me out, but no one asked for a second date. I was too nasty, a real wise guy, and all the boys could tell what my rotten disposition was. Deep down, I wanted a commitment with a capital C. To get anywhere with me, a boy would have to sign his undying loyalty with his own blood.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.