Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.

Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?" "You. Shut. Up,"I hissed back furiously and chucked the scrubs at his head. "Hurry up before they find out I didn't wet myself. You seriously owe me.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?