I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don’t realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man’s usual inclination in the morning.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

I don't want to have to earn love by giving up my ability to make decisions that determine how I live.

There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel.