I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t... just with me.

I take something that happened to me in 1983, and I make it happen to somebody else in 1943. I pick my life apart that way, try to understand it better by writing straight through it.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.

Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.

I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?" Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved. She nodded her head. The right side of his mouth pulled up. "I'm rooting for you," she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear her from the bed. Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.

Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.