But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

The Rom believe you should take the road that calls to you, and never turn back. Because you never know what adventures await." ... "So we're going to take this road," he murmured, "and see where it leads.

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.