If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

I want a kiss to be so believable it gives the reader shivers.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.