I want. . . a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.

I didn't ask you to catch me!" "You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you." He slid a hand behind her nape and kissed her again. "It's what I do.

I want to love, and be loved.

All that effort,” he mused, “merely to avoid me. How gratifying.

We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.

She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to smoke and back.

Speed eliminates all doubt. Am I smart enough? Will people like me? Do I really look all right in this plastic jumpsuit?

Everything that is good in the day is even better in the night.

As for me all I know is that I know nothing.

Marriage is... OK, it's rooted and grounded on love and attraction.

There is so much left of it to explore.

I am a fast dresser, 30 minutes max with hair and makeup. I don't have a uniform, but I like to be comfortable.

I like the Wu Tang Clan a lot.

I've been in therapy. I know enough about myself now to know that I really don't need to know anymore.

I don't limit my taste. There's some jazz that I like and there's some opera. I've been listening to what was essentially country music, but it crossed over to rock.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.