I have all the power, but you will destroy me. “Only your walls, Lark.” He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth as if he knew he’d find me there hiding from him.

— Amy Harmon

I love you Bonnie. So much that I hurt with it. And I hate it, and I love it, and I want it to go away, and I want it to stay forever....

— Amy Harmon

I need you, Fern. I'm not going to lie. Furthermore, I need you. But I don't need you the same way Bailey did. I need you because it hurts when we're apart. I need you because you make me hopeful. You make me happy.

— Amy Harmon

In the light everything is obvious. There are no secrets. You simply have to look in order to see.

— Amy Harmon

I've been in love with you since you helped me bury that spider in my garden, and you sang with me like we were singing “Amazing Grace” instead of “The Its, Bits Spider.” I've loved you since you quoted Hamlet like you understood him, since you said you loved Ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn't be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation. Furthermore, I read and re-read your letters to Rita because I felt like you'd opened up a little window into your soul, and the light was pouring out with every word. They weren't even for me, but it didn't matter. I loved every word, every thought, and I loved you. . . So much.

— Amy Harmon

I want to do the right things for the right reasons. Not because someone will judge or someone else will wonder. Not because of tradition or pressure. Not because I'm afraid or embarrassed to do anything else. And not because it's what people expect. I want to do his will. But that is what I struggle with most, knowing what his will really is. Not his will according to the Catholic Church, but his will.

— Amy Harmon

I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.

— Amy Harmon

Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.

— Amy Harmon

Life is like a long note; it persists without variance, without wavering. There is no cessation in sound or pause in tempo. It continues on, and we must master it, or it will master us.

— Amy Harmon

Love songs or poetry? Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music. And you can't dance to poetry.

— Amy Harmon