Foreign novels are less action-oriented. They have a different pace; they’re more reflective. They challenge us to look for the story, find the story within the story.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.