He knew the saying was “the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, ” he was kind of counting on it working the other way around.

I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.

I don’t know, ” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.

Trust Me. I know what I want and it’s right in front of me.

The only thing standing between her and her beautiful new home was her own silly insecurity and Matt Reed.

I always hated guys who were so damn wrapped up in themselves they thought they could do no wrong.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Turns out I’m one of them.

Trust me. I know what I want, and it’s right in front of me.” Her eyes went wide as she softly gasped. And then he pressed against her fully and kissed her.

I can be patient, Vivienne, and I believe you’re worth waiting for.

Life is not a circle. It is a straight line that has ups and downs.

It's a wonder you don't see the zebra being trotted out as a metaphor for racial harmony more often.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.

Every human being is an artist, a freedom being, called to participate in transforming and reshaping the conditions, thinking and structures that shape and inform our lives

I do like change. That's the one thing exciting about me.

Wherever I find love I will accept it.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

A person can run for years but sooner or later he has to take a stand in the place which, for better or worse, he calls home, and do what he can to change things there.

In the end, you write the book that grabs you by the throat and demands to be written.

Who can control his fate?