He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.