He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.

Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow.“When my escort is a demon, yes.

You like playing with fire?”“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often

Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

The worst things in life come free to us

I like Arsene for his principles but principles are sort of a restriction and restrictions are always lost possibilities.

C.S. Lewis had a big influence on me in this spiritual realm - this sort of sense of longing. A longing for a knowledge that is just outside of our reach, a knowledge for a spiritual connection.

Here's a little bit of good news. The Coast Guard says that BP is now catching up to 630,000 gallons of oil a day. The bad news is that they're capturing it with ducks.

You need to follow your own heart in light of God’s word and do what you feel is right and good for you.

Who is to blame for this most recent of sports disgraces in America? The culture that flings young athletes like Tyson up out of obscurity, makes millionaires of them and watches them self-destruct?

Do I believe? God only knows.

With enough insider information and a million dollars, you can go broke in a year.

Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.