Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn’t follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he’d never felt anything as soft.

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn’t come here for this.

Study institutions may become visible when the head is more emptied of imaginings.

I think imagination is one of the greatest blessings of life.

Does there exist a single instance of a saint asserting that he himself possessed the gift of miracles?

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.

He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.

Even in the most grieving of losses, or whatever sort of pain you're sitting in, we can bear it.

In a nutshell, when life is pleasant, think of others. When life is a burden, think of others.

Everyone needs a little Edward in their life

It will not do, my friend, to grant an easy indulgence to natural appetite and desire, for they ever seek to be our masters.