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Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don’t get the role too often.

You can discover just as much from what people don’t say to you, as what they do. It’s not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It’s often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

I’d never been turned on by the Ken doll – even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person’s moral fiber? Weren’t we made of sterner stuff?

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

The only reality you can control is the one you’re willing to face.

Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar.

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed – he got a hard-on.

You’ve been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that’s inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end – Mac.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren’t you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I’m asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

It irritated him that she wouldn’t turn about and look at him; it was the least she could do while they said nasty things to each other.

Keltar mates ne’er come easily to their men. Some travel distances too vast and strange to fathom, others travel but a short path, though a far distance in their hearts. Most resist every step of the way, yet for each Keltar, one woman will make that journey. ‘Tis up to the Keltar to claim her.

I mock everything. Don’t take it so personally.” Adam Black.

I hate sentences that begin with my name followed by the claim – indubitably erroneous – that the speaker knows something about me. Those kinds of sentences rank right up there with the ones that begin with You know what your problem is? That’s always a doozy. Talk about a trick question. Nothing worth hearing ever follows that preface.

Is anyone who’s supposed to be dead actually dead?

Gazelles didn’t lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

Theories are a fluid road map for solving a mystery and, if broached with an open mind and scrupulous attention to detail, they grant the answers you seek.

He said love is the willingness to put the happiness and evolution of the person you love before your own. Even if it means giving them up.

His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I’m afraid we don’t have any thighs left.

Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos – see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.

Ah, the painful truth: Fate was a cosmic toilet. It was the nature of the universe to flush sluggish things that failed to exercise free will. Stasis was stagnancy. Change was velocity. Fate – a sniper that preferred a motionless target to a dancing one.

Powerful, often brilliant beyond comprehension, most of the time he was a wildly emotional hot mess.

I’ll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You’re a train wreck on steroids.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane,” Barrons said when I informed him of my thoughts. “It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.

He’d brought out the best and worst in me, the most of everything. And when you got to have someone like that, anything less was empty, pointless.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else’s reproduction pool.

No way. I’m not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It’s not your pen.

My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. ‘Oh, yes, I’m going to have to kill you Barrons.’ I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I’d imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn’t cured yet.

Womankind’s greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man’s potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it.

Kids. Pain in the ass. Don’t know why I ever made them. Hell on relationships.

She scowled as the possibility occurred to her that she’d actually made herself ill merely by planning to pretend she was.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air.

And there my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind’s greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man’s potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be – and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.

I’ve come to acknowledge the turd”.

I can either give in to fear and give up – or refuse to let it touch me and go on.

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren’t humanly possible – not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured.

They may have stolen my past, but I’ll never let them take my future.

If he’d been any other man and i’d been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica.

He didn’t just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

I think that’s what love is; holding someone sacred, honoring them, protecting them, living up to the very best of them.

Try living for someone. Through it all – good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing.

He was a broad-shouldered beast.

You don’t grieve love; you celebrate that you had it.

Do you, Gavrael Roderick – ” “I do.” Jillian nudged him. He arched a brow and frowned. “Well, I do. Must we go through all this? I do. I swear a man has never ‘I do’d’ more fervently than I. I just want to be married to you, lass.

I am the man you’ve needed all you life. I can give you whatever you wish before you even realize you are wishing for it. I can fill your every longing, heal your every wound, right your every wrong. You have enemies? Not with me at your side. You have hunger? I will find the most succulent, ripe morsel and feed you with my bare hands. You have pain? I will ease it. Bad dreams? I will chase them asunder. Regrets? I will go back and undo them. Command me, Beauty, and I am yours. -Adam Black.

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I’m-pure-trouble-and-you’re-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.