She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

She considered herself unconventional.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.