His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.

Happiness is a strange, frightening, fragile feeling when you're not used to it.

The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist.Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.

I dread this power he has over me. It makes me want to tell him all my secrets and see if he still wants me.

I roll my eyes. "Oh, the woe of being adored."Beta Sinta grins. "It's a hard life.

I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.

Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.

Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. "There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.

I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.

Have I cheated death again? Hades must be allergic to me.

O Lord, I am further away from me than from You!

The future success of a nation depends on how diligently and purposefully they educate their children.

it is, just a door.if you never knock, it may, never open.

I believe no matter who you are, respect yourself, respect others.

The underdog winning is the romantic position.

We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.

The 'Bourne' movies are great in their own ways; it introduces a whole other sort of allegory about the Bush years. The secrecy and the threats of a big global organization.

I wish... that you had as much pleasure in following my advice, as I have in giving it.

There's a plan B? Jack asked. "You're another," Edilio snapped. "You're not going to tell me again that you won't fight, because I swear to God I'll shoot you myself.

I was raised around music.