Good.” He straddled her, caging her with his body. “Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero.

A garden always has a point.

Shh,” he whispered. “You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live?

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. -Lazarus to his mother.

Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.

Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?

If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed.

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.

Will ye come with me?” he whispered. And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.

Each time I see a beautiful sunset or sunrise, I have to pinch myself because I can't believe that I'm awake and not dreaming.

Having a rather pessimistic outlook on life makes for the best philosophical discussions

Fire is a speed reader, which is why the ignorant burn books: fire races through pages, takes care of all the knowledge, and never bores you with a summary.

You must become your enemy to truly understand him.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

I realized I liked being in the studio and working on translating the ideas into recordings.

BMX is kind of a big guy sport, you know.

The photo is a thing in itself. And that's what still photography is all about.

What do I care about my chitchat from yesterday?

In mine, they were just trying to steal a briefcase of cocaine.* That's it. Some flour that I got out of my mom's cupboard.