I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys Iʹd swiped when weʹd come back inside. ʺThe driver,ʺ I said. I DIDNʹT GET TO DRIVE.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.

Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

My heart shattered. My world shattered

She was right about something else too," Dimitri said after a long pause.... "That I do still love you.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?

You see something you like?

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

Dimitri: "Do not do that again."Rose: "Don't kiss me back then."- Dimitri Belikov & Rose Hathaway (Frostbite)

If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.

And it is a strange thing about love... it is that it can take a strength that would seem otherwise insignificant and transform it into a hardly quenchable power.

As a veteran, you're a little more poised on that mental side. But athletically, I didn't really think I could get better.

Poetry and prose are of equal importance to me as a reader, and there doesn't seem to be much difference in my own writing.

When we listen, we offer with our attention an opportunity for wholeness.

The most important thing is the story. Not the script, but the story.

Life is long if you know how to use it.

I got a label because I was Hispanic and a woman and [therefore] I had to be liberal.

...a young man, Jamaican, perhaps, his head circled in a scarf with sunbleached dreadlocks on piled on top, looking like a plate of soft-shell crabs.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.