“you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.”

“you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.”

“He always called me Daughter. It was to distinguish me from his sister Ava. I loved being called Daughter. It sounded so possessive, and to be possessed when you are a child is just a wonderful feeling. It makes you feel safe. It makes you feel loved.”

“i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.”

“It's the opposite of the collapse of the fantasy.It's what happens when the illusion pales in comparison to the truth. I'm seeing her for the first time. Not Ava Garden Wilder, the rags-to-riches granddaughter of Clyde Jones. Not a tragic, romantic heroine. Just Ava.And I am utterly in love.”

“His lips were practically grazing my nose. His gray eyes were so intense I could feel them reach my soul—if that were possible, anyways. With a smile so devious on his face and in his eyes Xavier whispered, "I can tell that every part of you wants to give in to what I am. The feeling that you feel right now is consuming. I’ve been there before, Ava. You can’t deny everything much longer." Closing my eyes, and swallowing back every temptation I felt, I backed away from his warmth. I opened my eyes to see his eyes searching my face in pure awe. "Watch me," I challenged.”

“i know i can't do much, but i can do a little and i'm going to do as much of that as i can.but if we all do that--we can make a big difference.”

“i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.”

“you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.”

“i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look.”

“let the stars inside you breathe,before the darkness swallows them whole.let them burn through your skin and light thiswhole goddamn world on fire.”

“you are not the storythey keep telling about youover and over again.you are not even the storyyou keep telling yourself.there are no linesthat can hold you.there are not enough wordsfor all the more that you are.”