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

I made a concerned effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing. I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell. As i love you,"He told me.

Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful - even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)

I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.