You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.