You never get mad,” she said when their server left the table. “Except at me.” “That’s not true,” he said tightly. “Torie can get me going.” “Torie doesn’t count. You were obviously her mother in a previous life.

There you are," he said when she bobbed up. "I was getting worried." "What are you doing?" "Waiting till you're ready to drown." He smiled and eased back down on the seat. "And then I'm going to save your life. Dan did it for Phoebe and I'm going to do it for you." "Dan didn't try to murder her first!" she screamed. "I go the extra mile.

Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn’t love her back?

Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.

‎"There’s no such thing as mistakes – only a lack of foresight.

She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.

I don't need to be fixed anymore. That job's already been done. I love you, Annabelle. -Heath Champion-