No, she's been killing me with kindness." She pointed her finger in his face. "There's a difference, and if you didn't have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.

Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.

Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn't answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?

People tend to overuse any idea or concept that delivers an emotional kick.

It's a pook, a messenger...spy is more like it, " Kern explained sourly. "This one will tattle, and I'll never hear the end of it when I go back." An eyebrow lifted. "Consorting with a human.

Right now, my job is that I'm like an ambulance chaser. I've got to look for movies with white guys falling out of them.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, Mamma, can I open the light? She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art.

The house shows the owner.

The World is three days: As for yesterday, it has vanished, along with all that was in it. As for tomorrow, you may never see it. As for today, it is yours, so work in it.

I wake up saying, I'm still alive; a miracle. And so I keep on pushing.

There's a certain place you want to get to, and in order to do that, you have to be vulnerable.

How does a man know when he's taking the last steps of his life?

I'm standing in the desert, waiting for my ship to come in.