She felt free of everything that weighted her down on Earth. Free of danger, free of any pain she'd ever felt. Free of gravity.And so in love.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

He captured my heart. He loves me for who I am, not what I can bring to him." - Lucinda Price, Rapture

Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first- and the last- time

Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations with guys whom she should have just told no.

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.

Wisdom holds a candle to experience, but you've got to take the candle and walk alone.

The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.

Will you stay with me ” she asked. Her voice was the thinnest whisper almost canceled out by a low groan of thunder.... Forever ” he whispered back. The sweet sound of his voice filled her up.

Fear is the only way to greet the devil.

I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in my hands and know damn well I’m not going to lose it.

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

People today expect too much from marriage. Getting married is really like taking on a big new job.

To put it boldly, it is the attempt at a posterior reconstruction of existence by the process of conceptualization.

I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.

People everywhere are the same; they are all people to be loved. They are all hungry for love.

One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

The legendary yet factual Curtis Wilkie has been the right man in the right place at an uncanny number of extraordinary times.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?