And you’re not afraid of it ending?” “Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

Foolish. Stupid. I knew it. I knew my reaction was unreasonable, bu the heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. Blaise Pascal said that, and I've always found it to be true.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.