You look like a protagonist.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?" Your girl? "The kind that respects my wishes," she said. "And my strength, and my... arms." Levi grinned some more. Because he wasn't taking her seriously. "I have a lot of respect for your arms. I like how they're attached to the rest of you.

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

It never occurred to me when I was young that I could be an author. That would be like saying, "I want to be a movie star" or "I want to be a wizard." I didn't have any concept of what that path would look like. Maybe that's why I didn't publish my first book until I was 38.

If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other’s toes, we’ll never have time to be friends.

If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?