The only thing I'm afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.

You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.

My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.

I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.

Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?

I couldn't imagine being a girl. The bullshit routine they had to go through just to get out the door consumed half of their lives.

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.