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?
(n.) An olive grove.
(n.) An olive tree.
(n.) A small tilt hammer, worked by the foot.
What makes a treasure a treasure. Marine replied, is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.
Oliver laughed - actually laughed.I like this new Claire, he said. You should work her this hard all the time, Myrnin. She's interesting when she's forthright.Claire, possessed by the spirit of Eve, s...
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
Glad it was you and not me, Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. Any brain damage?Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage, Oliver sa...
I know many lives worth living.
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.
Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.
Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.
May I ask you something? I say. Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day? Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything e...
Is it really worth dying for the person you love?[Maureen] thinks about this for a moment. That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you be asking is, Can you live without her?
I've always been able to see you, I say. It's a rather lovely view.
He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.
Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is.
Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. Thank you, she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.
Doves coo in the rafters above us as she sits down on the blanket, her loathed dress whispering around her. She pops a grape into her mouth and sighs. This is so unreal. I feel like a princess.She cou...
She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one...
She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake.
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