Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.

Everything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?

I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

I love you so much … I don’t want to live a single moment without you at my side.

Female, I give you fair warning: you are playing with fire" - Tegan to Elise (Midnight Awakening

I’m ready when you are, Lucan.” “Okay,” he said, shaking his head in defeat. “Let’s go get our boy.

Holy Moses on a pogo stick!!

I’m not going to leave you here to bleed my friend dry.” “If that had been my intent, they’d already be dead on the floor.

I’ll admit it to you now, and to anyone, anytime. I need you, Elise. I love you. You are mine. My woman, my mate, my beloved. My everything.

I don’t want to feel anything for you, Dante” “God, Tess. I don’t want to feel anything for you either.

Looking for me, Angel?

A phenomenon that might seem only backwards or silly when expressed at a social level becomes madness at the individual level.

For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.

Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.

I have no desire to prove anything by dancing ... I just dance.

Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing.

Does our Gospel presentation make men excited about what God can do for them on this earth, or about whom God is?

Revolt is my new - cable music network. It's distributed through Time Warner and Comcast. And to put it simply, it is the ESPN of music.

Christianity taught the capacity, the element, to love the All-perfect without a stingy bargain for personal happiness. It taught that to love Him was happiness;--to love Him in others' virtues.

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination.

In every painting a whole is mysteriously enclosed, a whole life of tortures, doubts, of hours of enthusiasm and inspiration.