He still heard his mother's voice--"Davey"--rise like whisper-dust from unseen corners in the house, but it was no longer the only voice he heard. His ears were also filled with the voices of others--his father and Primrose and Refrigerator John and his grandmother. Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn't keep falling in.

— Jerry Spinelli

His hands still on his shoulders. “Hi,” he says. “Sorry.” “For what?” “For the fact that you are such a big flirt.” He laughs. “You’re the one in my lap. I was just sitting here minding my own business.” “Just the plane, then?” “Of course.” I try to stand up, but he pulls me back down again. “Man, the plane is really bumpy today,” he says.

— Kasie West

I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moro. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

— Richelle Mead

I grin, and he beams with

— A.G. Howard

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

— N.R. Walker

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

— Jennifer Paynter

I leaned back to look at her, seeing only her, this girl who was Ally but also Along, and who bore a resemblance to a friend I'd once had but was someone new. Someone I could live without, but didn't want to

— Stacey Kade

I like girls who eat Carrots. ~ Louis Tomlinson

— One Direction

I like talking to you,' he said, slowly.' Why?' That was the way to hear nice things. Ask why.

— Leila Aboulela

I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.

— Richelle Mead