Sometimes you have to get sad before you get happy ’cause otherwise how would you know the difference?

The years went by too quickly, that was the trouble. By the time you figured out that the times you were living were the best, they were over and nothing more remained than a few blurry snapshots and a handful of memories.

He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.

Well, hell, Rico. You’re wasting your time being a hotelier when you should be a saint.

I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy. So don’t go building castles in the air. You’ll get trapped in the rubble when they collapse.

Ah,” Sean said, smothering a laugh. “The brilliant plan falling apart? Wow. Wish I’d seen that coming. Oh. Wait. I did.

Sometimes you have to get sad before you get happy 'cause otherwise how would you know the difference?