Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.

Culinary science? You elected culinary science? That's the most brainless class ever. -Rose to Christian

What, are you doing? Aside from getting your sandwich cold." "I’m making a snow angel. Don’t you know what that is?" "Yes, I know. But why? You must be freezing." "Not so much, actually. My face is a little, I guess.

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

I changed my mind," he said. "I'll take you up on helping me get a job." I almost swerved into oncoming traffic.

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.