I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

You can't let doubt or fear or guilt eat away at you. You are good and you need to remember that above all else. Love is stronger than hatred, and you are made of love.

I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.

I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know. What do you like to do?" "Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast." "That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast." "That works out, doesn't it?