You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.

It's a coffee cup." She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup." "I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.

I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing

We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt-I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted-and then I realized that truly I just wanted you

To her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son

For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?