He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .