That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.