I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

I love you now for what we've already shared, and I love you now in anticipation of all that's to come.

I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

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

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

I don't write fantasy, I write reality. Also, my novels have roots to Greek tragedies and as such, there has to be tragedy.

No buts," he said, "because there are none. You see yourself as someone who couldn't get away. I see the courageous woman who escaped. You see yourself as someone who should be ashamed or guilty because she let it happen. I see a kind, beautiful woman who should feel proud because she stopped it from happening ever again. Not many women have the strength to do what you did.