She knew, then, that it had not been hatred that had made him avoid her for so long. No, it had not been hatred at all.

Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else

Look, I'll fight, too. What do you think it is? Bear, coyote...?"
"My brother."
"Your..." Dismay pooled in Mark. She'd just stepped over the line of acceptable craziness. "Oh.

Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!

Bonnie, believe in me. I’ll save you.

I remember how to fly.