I'm not that complicated, Haven. The truth is, I've wanted you ever since I met you in that damned wine cellar. Because I got a bigger charge out of that five minutes than I have with any woman before or since.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.

I need you for a lot of things, Hardy. A lifetime's worth of things.

He'll survive," he answered her. "Just as he's survived everything else in his life. But he'll never be the same.

There's nothing worse than breaking a promise to someone who cares about you.