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

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.

He looked at her. She was pretty still, with thick hair and soft eyes, and she moved so gracefully that it almost seemed as though she were gliding. He'd seen beautiful women before, though, women who caught his eye, but to his mind, they usually lacked the traits he found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, confidence, strength of spirit, passion, traits that inspired others to greatness, traits he aspired to himself.

You gotta know when to be lazy. Done correctly, it's an art form that benefits everyone.

Some things were beyond understanding.

What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.