“He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want. If it were anything or anyone else, I could stand back and let him take it.” His blue eyes gazed back at me. “But I can’t let him have you.”

He’d made sure i had something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

I’ve been loved in life, but all that matters now is that I’m loved by you.” -Eva

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

Girl, there ain’t a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

He wasn’t what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

The fact I want…no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college

Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.

Last night I’d made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”

Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

Sometimes the answer we need is in our heart. We just have to listen to it.

I know what’s good for me. I can’t play black or gray. I can’t be a villain or anything close to one. I have to play white.

But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

When you completely extract yourself from anything familiar.

Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing by rain?

Memory is just as much of an instrument as anything else in music.

What I enjoy doing more than anything is.

Technology is anything that wasn’t around when you were born.

Bad criticism drives good criticism out of circulation. You just can’t criticize anything.