I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.

Life isn't fair," Owen told her. "Get used to it.

In my group of friends, I was always the one who remembered everything. The stories, the boys my friends and I dated, all the details. So I think a part of me was always filing them away, although at the time I wasn't sure why.

You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.