Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

When you can't be sure of anything else in this crapped- on world, you have to be sure of yourself.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.

Man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.

Belief in a false reality about another person first manifests in the creators mind by making everything look like proof, then manifests in other people to become reality. Unless noticed.

Justice to my readers compels me to admit that I write because I have nothing to do; justice to myself induces me to add that I will cease to write the moment I have nothing to say.

The dullness of certain people is sometimes a sufficient security against the attack of an artful man.

I think the future of architecture does not lie so much in continuing to fill up the landscape, as in bringing back life and order to our cities and towns.

Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

Freethinkers are generally those who never think at all.

The world of sight is still limitless. It is the artist who limits vision to the cramped dimensions of his own ego.

On the whole, Flora liked it better when they were silent, though it did rather give her the feeling that she was acting in one of the less cheerful German highbrow films.

If you spent your weekends in the clubs, you could see the change in the eyes of the people. They became merciless, in a way, in their desire to be entertained.

No man is competent unless he can stalk alone and armed in the wilderness.