Erith, " he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.

I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again." "All you have to do is touch me.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

If we continue, we die, " Baylon said. Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

I'm not one to let such a striking man pass without looking my fill.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

Needs are imposed by nature. Wants are sold by society.

Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.

The literature of impotence is about to develop beyond measure.

The best advice on writing I've ever received was from William Zinsser: 'Be grateful for every word you can cut.'

I'm a firm believer that everything in life works out the way it's supposed to. And who knows? I figure I've got a few years left (in the NHL) and maybe I can come back in the end.

I am a guy who talks about bacon and escalators. Stand-up comedy is very much a conversation. It's very personal, stylistically.

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

The most probable assumption is that no currently working 'business theory' will be valid 10 years hence.

There smites nothing so sharp, nor smelleth so sour as shame.