Good luck, man." Wraith clapped him on the shoulder. "For an angel, you don't suck." "Ditto. For a demon....well, you do suck." "Because I'm half vampire?" "Sure," Reaver said. "Let's go with that.

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

When you can't be sure of anything else in this crapped- on world, you have to be sure of yourself.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.

Man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.

Life without faith, is like an empty beautiful chocolate box!

For those who sincerely seek the truth should not fear the outcome.

I figured I had seconds, maybe minutes to live.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

Honest, I only cheat a leetle.

Design may be the logical solution to a problem, but it's never a formula. Design grows out of clarity of purpose.

The quick Dreams, The passion-winged Ministers of thought.

I'll bet you half of my problems with liberals in the media is I live in Literalville. I say what I mean. That's politically incorrect. Most people don't say what they mean.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.

I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.