All around us are complex people trying to live simple lives,” she said. “Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.

I’ve always had a thing for men with large hadron colliders.

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

And he'd railed at her, his voice booming so loud the bed had seem to shake. "You canna do this - take my goddamned heart and then leave me! You think I will no' follow?"
She knew he was constantly there, was aware of his movement and comprehended his words, but she couldn't seem to open her heavy eyelids or speak.

At night, he would wrap his body around hers, keeping her warm, whispering against her hair, "You enjoy being contrary. Then prove them all wrong and get better." He'd clutched her hip, then balled his fist there.

I couldn't deny it, I was smitten. I was in deep smit.

I wasn't captivated by the romance of Paris or London. I love visiting, but I'd rather be in L.A.