God, I love a man who reads

— Tiffany Reisz

His biggest gripe with religion was the concept of heaven, of paradise, that we could only get there after we died. He said any philosophy that cared more about life after death than life before death wasn’t anything he could believe in. That’s why he called this farm Paradise. He said Paradise was ours if we wanted it. It was ours to make in the here and now, not something out there in the future that we had to wait for.

— Tiffany Reisz

Hope is something God gives us. Hope is... Hope is a bright light on a dark night. If your hope is guiding you into this shore, then this is where you should drop your anchor.

— Tiffany Reisz

Hope was other people, no matter what the philosophers said. And this was a time that needed hope.

— Tiffany Reisz

How are you going to get revenge against dead people? Dig ’em up and stake ’em through the heart?”“I asked myself that same question, and I think I know the answer. You destroy what they loved, and you love what they destroyed.

— Tiffany Reisz

Hurt but do not harm?” Zach asked. “What’s the difference?” “Hurt is a bruise on the outside.” Nora sipped her mineral water delicately. “Harm is a bruise on the inside. If you’re a masochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts.

— Tiffany Reisz

Hurt is a bruise on the outside. Harm is a bruise on the inside.

— Tiffany Reisz

... I always feel like a better person when I'm on the water.” The air smelled cleaner here. The water seemed purer. She wanted to strip off her clothes and dive off the side of the boat and let the water baptize her a free woman. “The ocean is big”, Ty said. “And we aren't. It's good to be humbled sometimes.” “You ever go through a divorce?” she asked. “Not yet.” “Trust me, I know from humble.

— Tiffany Reisz

I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.”” Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.” Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes at him. “The body’s not even cold yet. Eleanor’s been gone one day, and you’re already trying to get me into bed again?” ”Again?” Kingsley laughed and rolled his eyes. “Always. Are you surprised?” Soren shrugged. “Not really.

— Tiffany Reisz

I have trouble respecting a woman who gives away for free what she could sell for good money. Whores are the only women who know their own worth. I mean that.

— Tiffany Reisz