And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope. Every time I see these feelings in someone else's face, it weighs me down.

He’ll have to prove it to you. Every day, he’ll have to prove he’s worthy of you. And if he doesn’t, that’s it. But I think he will.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.