He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their daughters houses.

There are certain things in life that you'll be forgiven for, no matter how thoughtless or stupid or reckless, but if you do that same thing twice, you're on your own.

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?

Well, I guess we all can't have epic loves at such a young age.

What are you really studying?"
He leans back to look at her. "The statistical probability of love at first sight.

Look what a hard time I've given him. But no matter how many times I've pushed him away, he always comes back around again. And I wouldn't want it any other way.