A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.

I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me.

Traveling has less to do with seeing things than experiencing them.

All he knew was that they fit somehow, and that he felt as if he spent most of his life traveling a path that led inexorably to her.

I'm going to marry you one day, you know." "Is that a promise?" "If you want it to be.

He was ordinary in a world that loved the extraordinary.

I have a crush on your mind, I fell for your personality and your looks are just a big bonus.