Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

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.

Some are in tune with the swanky, but not in tune with themselves. Their desire has become the desire of the others ('''Buying now. Dying later''')

The problem with being an author in this modern world is such: computers break often

Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.

You cannot tailor-make the situations in life but you can tailor-make the attitudes to fit those situations.

Before the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed.

With acting, it was really more of a general kind of experience of really just loving being in the theater.

The suspense in a novel is not only in the reader, but in the novelist himself, who is intensely curious too about what will happen to the hero.

The wise man is wise in vain who cannot be wise to his own advantage. [Lat., Nequicquam sapere sapientem, qui ipse sibi prodesse non quiret.]

Our soul should be a mirror of Christ; we should reflect every feature: for every grace in Christ there should be a counterpart in us.

Kodak sells film, but they don't advertise film; they advertise memories.