Arriane sized her up, tapping one finger against her lips. "Perfect," she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through Luce's. "I was just thinking I could really use a new slave.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

He captured my heart. He loves me for who I am, not what I can bring to him." - Lucinda Price, Rapture

Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first- and the last- time

Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations with guys whom she should have just told no.

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.

Wisdom holds a candle to experience, but you've got to take the candle and walk alone.

The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.

Will you stay with me ” she asked. Her voice was the thinnest whisper almost canceled out by a low groan of thunder.... Forever ” he whispered back. The sweet sound of his voice filled her up.

Fear is the only way to greet the devil.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

True love is a spiritual force that binds 2 hearts together.

A man's mind will very gradually refuse to make itself up until it is driven and compelled by emergency.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

Row on [whatever happens]. [Lat., Vogue la galere.]

[Hillary] Clinton campaign says and we heard it at front, they tried to do that, they wanted to do that, they were blocked by James Comey.

I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do. We may waive just so much care of ourselves as we honestly bestow elsewhere.

A good song reminds us what we're fighting for.

Fantasy is probably the oldest literary device for talking about reality.

You don't have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.