Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked."You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.

Zach kissed her forehead. "I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again. You're going to live out your days as the cosseted and cherished wife of a chief deputy U.S. Marshal.

This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security.

Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.

Awakened by the oppressive midday heat, Zach opened his eyes to see a small blue and tan lizard doing what looked like push-ups about a foot away from his face.

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

You must know in what way you are going to use the morphology and syntax to build your 'how

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.

Every human desires peace and happiness, but only a few have the goal to attain those.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

The art of pleasing is the art of deception.

Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.

When I was in the penitentiary after being accused of killing a policeman, I was more in the system in the penitentiary than ever.

An FBI agent ought to be able to surf the net and look for sites that instruct people how to make bombs.

It's amazing... to enjoy the results of your labor.

It is as we respond to the understandings and feelings inherent in . . . art that we acquire much of our truth, much of our nobility and grace, and much of our pleasure.