She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.

If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.

[Everyone needs] a woman who'll listen, take your side, tell the truth - or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who'll love you no matter how much you screw up.

When somebody walks out, it leaves a hole in you. Some people fill it up, the good and the bad, and get on that way. Some people leave it open, maybe long enough to heal, maybe too long, picking at it now and then so it doesn't heal all the way.

I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.