Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him. 'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

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

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.

He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.

I felt like I was watching the transfomation of two people: Victor to wolf, and Cole to someone else. I was the only one here, staying the same.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.