Quotes from Jeri Smith-Ready

I'm a morning person and a night person. So I have to be a nap person, or else I'm a tired person.

For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

I love you all, so much more than you should ever love me.

The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.

So do you have a kilt?" Megan asked him. When I glared at her, she said, "What? He only said you couldn't ask." She looked at him. "So do you?" Straightening up, Zachary rubbed the back of his neck and smirked. "I might, I might." God, he was gorgeous. And Scottish. But maybe kind of an ass.

I've been writing more songs in my head," he said, "about being a ghost and a shade." His face turned smooth and solemn. "How I'd die all over again just to touch you.

I'll always love you." "I'll love you, too." He touched my face. "Forever.

He cut himself off and looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. "I just met her," he muttered to himself. "I'll no' say that ." "Cut the crap," Megan said. "Zachary Moore, this is Aura Salvatore, and yes, she's into science even though she's pretty. Shocker. Get over it." She turned to me. "Show him how you can walk and chew gum at the same time.

He grabbed the microphone in both hands, his face exploding into a smile at the sensation. "Hey. Do not. I repeat. Do. Not. Panic. There's nothing to be scared of. This is just your average everyday fucking miracle.

Hey, it's not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don't get excited." "Too late." He curved his fingers around my jaw and kissed me, hard enough to turn my limbs to liquid fire.

He smiled at me. "Have a good time." "Thank you." The music was definitely working, I thought as I started to shut the door. "Don't get laid," he added.

I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld.

Ignorance is the world's most curable affliction.

I'm more of a dog person. But I admire cats and their ability to take so much while giving so little.

When I got tired, Logan would sing me to sleep, sometimes a painfully appropriate song like Flogging Molly's "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" or Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars." Sometimes he'd pick a lilting Irish lullaby, or even a song he'd written himself.

He whispered against my mouth. "Wait for me, Aura.

I suppressed another shiver - I did not want Zachary taking off any more clothes on my account.

Aw, he's shy. How loveable, huggable, stuff-in-a-bag-and-take-home-able.

I hate when people act like music is nothing but wild creativity," Logan said. "That's bullshit. It's also about counting and measuring and calibrating. If you do it right." He passed his hand over my MP3 player sitting on the bed between us. It was playing Mozart to help my concentration. "And if you do it really right, no one can tell how hard it is for you. You can let them believe it's magic, because that means you must be magic. You're worth worshipping.

Zachary leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he pressed his cheek to mine and held it there. It felt more intimate than a kiss.

Jesus loves you." "Then how come he never calls?

This one's for Aura. You all know who that is by now. The only girl I've ever loved. I wrote her a song, but she's the only one who's ever heard it, or ever will.

Logan's voice switched from a growl to a scream to a seductive whisper from one song to the next.

With my eyes closed and my memories open, I could almost feel his hands and mouth on my skin.