I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

Oh, all stories are the same, aren't they? Men and women fall in love or out of love. People are born; people die. It al ends happily or it all ends sadly, and the difference matters only to the people involved.

Saying you're through with romance is like saying you're done with living, Betty. Life is better with a little romance, you know.

Daddy always said the only thing worth begging for was your life, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe sometimes your love is a little bit worth begging for, too.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.