If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

Okay. Look, why don't you take care of the half a million things you've been letting dangle in Roarke's Empire of Everything?" "Catchy title. I may use it one day.

To fate and the strange way that it twists us all together.

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.