We were each other's only link to the past . . . that was the strength of our bond, and also our weakness.

Shaw...has a woman ever asked you to write a poem for her?" "Good God, no," Gideon replied with a snicker. "Shaws don't write poetry. They pay others to write it for them and then take the credit for it.

Win told me that one isn’t improved by being at the top of the mountain, one is improved by the climb.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

His expression was infused with lust and adoration as he lowered his head to kiss her throat, his tongue venturing into the little spaces between the diamonds and round opals. “Why can’t you see yourself as I see you?” -Jack to Amanda

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.

A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.