Celia." he says without looking up at her, "why do we wind our watch?" "Because everything requires energy," she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hand. "We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.

Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.

Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself

Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.