Girl? He pressed. The name is Riley, she shot back. Learn it. Use it!

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.

‎'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.

The End is Nigh!" the man shouted. "Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked. The-End-is-Nigh guy blinked. "Ah, maybe, I don’t know.

Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.

Simon had been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet. “What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.

It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.

She knew what he had in mind. He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday. There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.” That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.

I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.

Time wasters are life wasters

To be or not to be, that is the choice

We are obliged to steal pieces of language, both visual and textual.

I must say one thing about southern down-home brewed coffee with chicory. If you have worms, you'll never have them again.

I look into my own black heart.

There is no patch for stupidity.

The hands are churches that worship the world.

Not for me. If I want to tune everybody out, I just take off my glasses and enjoy the haze.

If we live out of our memory, we're tied to the past and to that which is finite. When we live out of our imagination, we're tied to that which is infinite.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.