His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again." "All you have to do is touch me.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

If we continue, we die, " Baylon said. Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

Erith, " he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.

I'm not one to let such a striking man pass without looking my fill.

Never hurt people who love you a lot because they won't hurt you back. but they will probaly have no choice but to leave you forever

Never give up on you. In order to make a difference you would have to somehow be different.

Dancing is a wonderful training for girls, it's the first way you learn to guess what a man is going to do before he does it.

When there's no difference, there's no time, no world, no separativity - and there's no you ... nor is there an I.

The unconscious is structured like a language.

I dove on those papers like Sherlock Holmes on a cappuccino binge.

People tell me I have the best job in the world, which is true, but I also work with some of the best people in the world.

I mean, I am still such the-good-girl. I want everybody to like me. I want everybody to be happy.

For me to bring a character to life, you've got to be able to find your own truth.

But you finally think, there is what there is, and you have to work within those confines and just keep chipping away at your own work.