Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.

That actually is one of my huge challenges right now because I write best at night, no question. I can focus. You know you're not getting any phone calls, I can shut everything down, and I'm just more creative at night.

I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

Something I've never seen in all my lives. I'm staring at... hope." - Wanda