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

- "Women should all move to Amazonia, or at least vacation there four times a year." - "Amazonia?" - "It's the girl world in my head, where I go when I'm annoyed with Carter, or just men in general. There are five shoe stores per capita, nothing has any calories, and all the books and movies end happy ever after." - "I like Amazonia. When do we leave?

Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Eve-"In the name of all that is holy...It's 2060, not 1760. Can't they figure out a better way to handle this process?" Roarke-"Amen

I fear feeling my heart break a second time, because I'm not sure I could survive it. I'd rather live alone than risk the pain.

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.