I don't cry at books or movies. Ever. So imagine my shock and awe when I read 'The Time Traveler's Wife' for the second time, and I knew the ending, and I started to cry.

Books are more real when you read them outside.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.

The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole

I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.

Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, says the sea, but I don't believe her.