A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there’s a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.

I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won’t stand the same from another man?

THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.

Pride? What are you talking about?” “You wear your independence like a badge of honor. Bound and determined to allow no man to take care of you.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.

Streets flooded. Please advise.

He was a boy, she was a girl, Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk, she did ballet, What more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell, But secretly she wanted him as well.

A competitive society is a society of envy.

Originality is only variation.

Luck is very important. Of course you can't wait for luck, because it won't come. While you start a journey, luck may eventually come to you.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

I never use the concept, multipolar. I use multilateral. Because we have only one global power: whether you like it or not, this is the United States.

When the Communist Party comes to power, it acts a lot like the mafia: If you are a loyal member in good standing, everything is yours. You're protected, even if you commit a crime.

I'm sorry' I said again. Whenever someone tells you something said, it's the only thing you can think to say, even if you're already said it before.