He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

Day One of my life was the day I met you.

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

A great physicist is always a metaphysicist as well he has a higher concept of his knowledge and his task.

I was never really about the money. Every business I've ever started has been more of a curiosity and a kind of "What if...

Lying is done with words and also with silence.

You can choose to be a drag and a burden, or an inspiration and encouragement.

What the writers do, and we hopefully can bring to life, is that they present characters who, on the surface, aren't always heroic and their acts aren't always devoid of selfishness.

No one finds time for prayer. You either take time for it or you don't get it.

It is a sad thing that our schoolboys look upon manual labour with disfavour, if not contempt.

Even with social media and where we are...everything is about the look.

I read more and more and I came across this character, Caroline Weldon. Sometimes in history, you find these people that no one would dare create. They're too mad.

The stuff of which masterpieces are made drifts about the world waiting to be clothed in words.