I've always been happy with you," he said. "But I never thought I deserved it." "And now you do?" "And now the feeling's gone," he said. "All I know is that I love you and for the first time, that's good enough.

James, you are all the family I have. I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years. I owe you everything, and if you cannot believe I have empathy, perhaps you might at least believe I know honor--honor, and debt--

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow.

He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.