“Many, many readers have written asking me wistfully about the nature of Sam and Grace's relationship, and I can assure you, that sort is absolutely real. Mutual, respectful, enduring love is comple...”

“Voicemail #1: Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of your mother. Call me.Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of Ive G...”

“In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.”

“Cole, I said, do you think Im lovable?As in cuddly and?As in able to be loved, I said.Coles gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looke...”

“My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time,...”

“Scent is the strongest tie to memory.”

“What's meant to be will always find a way”

“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.”

“Maybe there isnt such a thing as fate. Maybe its just the opportunities were given, and what we do with them. Im beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances dont just happen. We have to make...”

“There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can j...”

“I want to try with someone who loves me enough to try with me. I want to grow old looking at the same face every morning. I want to grow old looking at the same face every night at the dinner table...”

“Hes dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if hed be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.”

“As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if theres something below it, I wont know it. But...”

“Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he's been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?”

“My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I alwa...”