How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

Oh,that's right. You're a...what did you call it? Ah, a ghost hunter. You don't have to see things to believe them." Adam's gaze locked onto the persecutor's. "Maybe you've got that backward," he said. "Maybe it's just that I believe things you cant see.

When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?

Teachers deserve respect," I explain. "Why do they get it for free, when everyone else has to earn it?

Things don't always look as they seem.