As far as possible, Arianne realized, each soul had to be content alone before plunging into love, because one never knew when the other would move out of that love. It was the greatest paradox: Souls need each other, but they also need to not need each other.

There was nothing mean about his voice. In fact it was almost too nice. Like she was too dim to grasp whatever was so obvious to him. Which made her absolutely furious.

There is no darkness as dark as a great light corrupted.

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

Inspiration is an excuse for doing something you already want to do.

Daniel's face-- the way it had been bathed in violet light when he'd carried her home this morning-- appeared before her eyes. His gleaming golden hair. His tender, knowing eyes. The way one touch of his lips transported her far away from any darkness. For him, she'd suffer all of this, and more.

Cam was so much clearer, easier to figure out. Like he was algebra and Daniel was calculus.