The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

She didn't want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

I don’t think there’s enough of her left.

You know?" he repeated. She smiled, so he kissed her. "You're not the Han Solo in this relationship, you know." "I'm totally the Han Solo," she whispered. It was good to hear her. It was good to remember it was Eleanor under all this new flesh. "Well, I'm not the Princess Leia," he said. "Don't get so hung up on gender roles," Eleanor said.” ... “You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.