Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.