And yes, I'll admit, I am jealous. I'm jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can't.

If anyone can overcome a fear for the ocean, you can, little lady. Courage is being scared to death and saddlin' up anyway.

What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.

A tiger only needs three things to be comfortable. Lots of food, sleep, and...actually, no it's just those two things.

Your heart knows. Your soul remembers.

He kissed me fiercely, with an utter abandon that I could no more put a halt to than I could stop an avalanche.

(...)normalcy is an illusion. Each person is utterly unique. A standard of normalcy is something that most people of the world simply will never access.