They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have a sour face. Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now. Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!

Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?

Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?