Lane Meyer Quotes

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

I could say this for Arizona: The sun might be ridiculous, but the freeways were exceptional. Six wade, smooth lanes, with shoulders ample enough on either side that it was as good as eight. I used the left shoulder now to streak by two pickups who thought they belonged in the fast lane.

Jane Meyer has consumed my entire being from the second I met her. I always thought I was dead inside. That there was nothing more to me but that. But with her beside me, I’ve never felt more alive.


But it seems logical... a man and a woman have to be somewhat equal... as in, one of them can’t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally. .... I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “ I want to be Superman, too.

Ahead of them lay an expressway access road. Except that there were no guardrails or markings. No road signs either. And no other vehicles at all. Yet the road, following a narrow curve, led to a broad ribbon of asphalt tracing a straight line all the way to the horizon. Again, it had no lines painted on it and there were no signs. Rosa thought there would have been space for four traffic lanes on it, but it was covered with the dust and loose soil that had blown over it. No other sign of life. Just the two of them, the car, and a forgotten road to nowhere. “Where does it go?” “To the end of the world.

I never believed in love before her. I thought it was just an imaginary social construct that humans created in order to give their lives more meaning.
 But then she showed me how real it truly was. How fucking magical, how passionate it could be. A kind of spiritual transaction between two people, something alien, something… Fuck, I don’t know where I’m going with this.
 Love is just something you can’t put into words. It’s just something you feel.
 And with her… with Jane Elizabeth fucking Meyer, I feel it. I fucking feel everything. Something overwhelming and pure and there I go again; trying to make sense of it―trying to define it.
 I give up. 
I don’t need to explain it, as long as I feel it. And that feeling has never died down, not even for a day. Not even after spending so much time apart.
 She will forever be mine. She will forever be the reason I live and breathe.

Eventually, traffic thinned enough to jockey back onto the highway. Meyer kept going, always staying in the right lane and keeping an eye on the berm to keep a lane of escape available. But luck stuck to them, and once past the outermost of Chicago’s sprawl, roads became rural. Lila’s father handed the paper maps to Piper, who proved an adept navigator. She led them onto forgotten roads, reasoning that the more they avoided people, the better. The gas gauge was the only barometer in need of watching, and until it started to creep down near a quarter, they’d stay out in the backwoods, pretending humanity was already gone.

You―” he starts. “Are an absolutely devastating, lethal little creature, Jane Meyer. I can’t stop looking at you.

I love you,” I say, my voice low and contained, stating the words as a fact set in stone.
 She’s quiet for a beat. “You―”
 “I fucking love you, Jane Elizabeth Meyer.” 
Her eyes tear up, making her already ruined makeup even messier. “You do?” 
“Yes, of course, I do. You’ve been all that’s on my mind since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
 She presses her lips to mine and I feel her tears making their way down my jaw. “I love you too, Sergeant James Ambrose.”
 She’s all that’s true in the world.
 And now she’s mine.


You’re a rare woman, Jane Meyer. A rare jewel in a world full of ordinary stones. A one-of-a-kind emerald. Just like your eyes.

The world around us ceases to exist. All I can see is her, coming for me like this even when she claims to hate my guts. She can pretend all she wants―from the way she’s looking at me right now, I know she’s a big fucking liar.
 As am I. 
I’ll never hate Jane Elizabeth Meyer.

Just listen. Just listen to me tell you that you’re one of a kind, Jane Meyer. I am undone by you. I have been from the second I met you, and that feeling will never leave me. We never had enough time together before I fucked it all up. I never had enough time to tell you all the things I wish I would have said to you.”


Jane Meyer’s lips feel like heaven on earth. At least, they used to. Maybe they feel more like hell now.

Love is just something you can’t put into words. It’s just something you feel.
 And with her… with Jane Elizabeth fucking Meyer, I feel it. I fucking feel everything.

When I sat next to you holding your hand, while the doctors were trying to save your life, the thought I might lose you bouncing through my mind… I came to a realization. I found myself praying, so desperately praying for you to wake up. For you to survive. I didn’t beg the man in the sky to save you, I didn’t try the others, either―Allah, not any of those Greek ones, not any of them. No, I prayed to you, baby. You are the center of my universe. You are the one who breathed life into me the second I met you. You are the one who gave me life.” I pause. “You are my god. You are the goddess I’ll spend my entire life worshipping. You are my everything, Jane Elizabeth Meyer.

You are my god. You are the goddess I’ll spend my entire life worshipping. You are my everything, Jane Elizabeth Meyer.

Jane Meyer is the kind of girl that inspires paintings. She has the kind of face that just screams muse. I should know; it’s all I’ve been doing since the day I met her. 
I promised I’d always paint her with my love, and that’s the one promise I did keep.
 Jane is the kind of girl you hear about in love songs, about tunes of heartbreak, compositions of beauty, pain and everything in between. The kind of woman you’d go to war for, as I, oh, so perfectly know.
 She’s the kind of woman you’d burn down the world for. 
And I did. 
Or, well, if you want to be technical about it, she’s the kind of woman you’d kill over fifty―and counting―men for. And I’ll keep killing for her. I’ll never stop.