Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.

Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.

Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.

Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.

Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.

He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

With infinite wisdom and care your life is constantly sustained because Nature flows through you.

The same as a cigarette?" asked Rita excitedly, as Mrs. Sin bent over her."The same, but very, very gentle.

Not the action, but the expectation creates results.

to have goals without a plan and a time limit was as useless as having no goals at all.

There are all kinds of directors I want to work with and all kinds of films that I want to do.

My mother and I are big domestic violence advocates.

It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

I loved The Weird (one of the stories in it inspired Blackalley in Discourse).

I tend to favour films that have multiple plot and story lines, multiple characters and ensemble pieces.