“So den we gittee married by de license, but I doan love my wife no mo’ wid de license than I love her befo’ de license. She a good woman and I love her all de time. (Oluale Kossula)”

“Thank you,” she murmured drowsily against Tyler’s warm chest. “For what?” he looked down at her, his green eyes shining like the stars. “For loving me.”

“She pulled away and walked to my bedroom and closed herself in with a little click of the knob. I could have pursued her. A paper clip could best the catch, but when a woman shuts you out, picking the lock won’t let you back in.”

“Please let me know if I have missed any spots, because my soul yearns to know all of you, each and every part. I want your naked soul or nothing at all.”

“She glanced admiringly at Volkov, a brief but encompassing appraisal. Her furtive scrutiny of Jack lingered longer.”

“Were these my options? Easy lay or mental? A lie, or alone? Were these the only options boys gave you? Was it mental to want someone to love you? Was it mental to want to be courted before a guy but an actual piece of his body inside your body? Was it mental to want a message after you’d kissed someone? Was it mental to want the most normal thing in the world- a relationship? One that didn’t make your heart feel full of bogeys?”

“If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull out your firefly net and catch me in the beauty of your tender love.”

“Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn’t make it any less real. Sometimes, it makes it more real. Sometimes, you see a couple, and they seem bored witless with one another, and you can’t imagine them having anything in common, or why they’re still living together. But it’s not just habit or complacency or convention or anything like that. It’s because once, they had their love story. Everyone does. It’s the only story.”

“She had that autumn look in her eyes inviting and dangerous something about her you wanted to love something about her a warning to run.”

“That is the thing about love, it never leaves even when it goes.”

“But that was the nature of relationships: there always seemed to be an imbalance of one sort or another.”

“If love doesn’t both weaken and strengthen us simultaneously, we are doing it wrong.”

“Most men do not have the balls to help their women to not need them.”

“How can a man whose eyes are so close together be trusted?”

“He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation.”