Now lemme get this straight," she said in a throaty, nasal voice. "You put the lime in the cocanut and drink 'em both up--whoa, long faces. What am I interrupting?

It's such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.

The good news is" he paused, carefully choosing his words, "I kissed you, and you're still here.

Roland, love means not being afraid to let yourself go, trusting that I will desire everything you have to offer. -Rosaline (Roland's love)

Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.

You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.