See, I remember love. That's what people don't understand.

I don't care what my friends think." "You care what they'l do when they remember that you're the one with personality.

Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.

Sometimes Webb believed that he would never experience a better feeling than when he was looking at her, would never see anything or anybody bursting with more life and spirit. Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage area in his soul. Just in case.

It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.

And then their voices stopped and their souls stood still and they ceased being who they had been. Because who they were had always been determined by him.