Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. Thank you, she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.
She smells better, Claire said. And she made me cookies.
I sigh. But if you’d talked to Jules—if she could hear you . . . My voice trails off.Then you wouldn’t feel quite so crazy? Oliver asks gently. Can’t you believe in me, if I believe in you?
Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.
I know many lives worth living.
You keep distracting me, I tell her.All I’m doing is sitting here talking to you!Exactly, I say, and I smile at her.j
What makes a treasure a treasure. Marine replied, is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.
Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.
Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.
You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.
That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. See you there tonight, Oliver had written. Chomp! Chomp!
