...whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his.

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

Marriage would change hardly anything between us, except that we would end our arguments in a much more satisfying way. And of course I would have extensive legal rights over your body, your property, and all your individual freedoms, but I don't see what's so alarming about that.

The only thing keeping two people together should be love. Not legalities.

No one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.