"Fuck seventeen." His eyes and voice were defiant. “If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one”
"Well, he is not a ghost; yet every nerve I have is unstrung: for a moment I am beyond my own mastery … I did not think I should tremble in this way when I saw him—or lose my voice or the power of motion in his presence."