“True heroes and ideas never fall in the final sense of the word. They can only encounter temporary setbacks in their difficult journey to progress and success,”

“Fear is a basic human instinct and an indicator of the gravity of a situation. It becomes an asset if it is effectively controlled. It becomes a weakness for a man if he lets it prevail over him.”

“Human ties are the greatest distorters of reality because they tend to conceal man’s worst selfish instincts.”

“Expose human ties for what they really are and you are most likely to find the worst forms of betrayal staring back at you.”

“…only the dreamers of a dream are capable of translating their dreams into worthy practical endeavors that are devoid of haunting errors. After all, they are the ones who carefully observed the link between their dreams and reality; they are the ones who worked consciously to blend them into one.”

“The people are like an audience watching a drama. They have characters whose sides they chose even before the start of the show, but they know little or nothing about the people behind the stage―the manipulators.”

“Once upon a time there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.”

“It’s ridiculously easy to fall in love, even the animals can do that – what’s hard is to sustain that love for life, which most animals can’t do, but the humans can.”

“Remember these, Sons! Truth presented with tenderness enriches the soul of man and enhances humanity in the process. A Franco-Cameroonian relation based on truth and nurtured with tenderness will be to the benefit not only of Kamerun and France, but also of mankind as a whole.”

“Sons, any man who is considered a success in life owes a lot to society. We have been very blessed, my dear sons. We have to show our appreciation to our society for making that possible. A time will come when you will meet other Kamerunians who share the same vision for this land. I am advising you to make them partners in our common goals when that time comes. We shouldn’t shy away from playing a formidable role in financing that political force that shall emerge. We must use our influence to ensure that it succeeds.”

“It is easier for an ambitious friend to become an enemy than for an enemy to become a friend. It is even easier to make friends than you can find people to trust as friends.”

“Huh! Mankind always comes up with ideas to make up for the follies of the status quo. But what happens if those ideas are inflexible and fail to respond to the changing times. They end up betraying the people who believed in them.”

“There’s no time to muck about with nature and romance. Start thinking like that and you’ll be old before your time.”

“The sun starts to sink lower over the ocean, and Zach somehow magics up a fire from driftwood and kindling.And then he brings out the marshmallows.Not a bag of mass-produced, uniform white cylinders of sugar. But two not-quite-square, hand-made, artisanal marshmallows.I look up at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”The right side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk that says I gave him exactly the reaction he was looking for. “Nope,” he says. “I asked the baker and she made these special for us. After all, I did promise you.”He grabs a forked stick and roasts them for us. When they’re perfectly golden brown and sagging off the stick, he slides it onto a graham cracker, and adds a square of chocolate.I put the entire thing in my mouth.“Ohmigod!” I murmur. “This is amazing!”“Transcendent?” he teases.“Absolutely.” I agree, licking some of the sugar off my fingers.He grabs my wrist and the next thing I know, he’s licking the sugar off my fingers.Oh God, and now I’m thinking of last night and what else he licked. As I watch, his eyes get intense; he’s thinking the same.“We can’t have sex on the beach,” I say breathlessly. “Too sandy.”“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” he teases. “I only brought you here for the sunset.”Aaaand now I feel like an idiot. “Right,” I cough, blushing. “Well, thank you.”“But …” He adds, his mouth curving into that sexy smile that kills me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t … kiss.” His hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair behind my ear.I nod because resistance is futile. The best I can do is make light of it so he can’t see the emotion coursing through me. “I’m pretty sure it’s the law that when you drink wine and eat artisanal marshmallows on the beach, you have to kiss.” I wave vaguely toward where we left the car. “I saw it on the sign by the parking lot.”“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.He tastes like wine and sugar, and pure Zach. I sigh in pleasure. This picnic, the marshmallows—everything—just might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.But that perfect sunset? We totally miss it.After all, there are better things to do.”

“Temper it with a little fear,’ he said gently. ‘It keeps you from being reckless. Reckless people don’t live long.’ His touch on her hand sent sparks through her.”