It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.

I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

I can always make things longer than I intend for them to be, but cutting things down is just brutal. It's like cutting off your fingers every time you lose a word.

It never made sense for you to love me.

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C’mon, Jake – imprint already.

It's easier to come up with new stories than it is to finish the ones you already have. I think every author would feel that way.