Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.

All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

Perhaps it was only that the sense of reaching out to something larger than yourself gives you some feeling that there is something larger - and there really has to be, because plainly you aren't sufficient to the situation.

We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.