She'd survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. "Well, hell." He smiled wanly at her. "Indeed.

He took a deep breath. "I'm a dragon, Samantha." "Oh, my God." His lips twitched. "Even when I look like a man." "A dragon, " she repeated. "Yes.

Nothing can age a dragon, but you just might be the exception.

Two human families have died out on me in the past century alone." Warrick inclined his head. "It might help if you didn't eat members of your staff when you're displeased.

Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her.... She was in over her head, and it seemed... so was he.

The dragon in him didn't want to give her a choice. Just wrap around her and smolder smugly, daring anyone who came near to cross him. Mine.

It'll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world." She slid off her stool.... He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely. "When did I stop ruling the world?" he called after her.

OMG I just saw Warrick Voclain on 5th Ave! #DragonSighting #DragonInMyPants #Dragons #RuinedForAllOtherMen.

That a work of creation struggles and insistently demands to be brought into being is a fact that no genuine artist would think of denying.

Comfort without action is only discomfort and dissatisfaction in latent action. It always seems we shall have a good tomorrow until a bad tomorrow comes

A problem clearly stated is a problem half solved.

A journalist covering politics, most of us are aware of the necessity to try to be sure we're unbiased in our reporting. That's one of the fundamentals of good journalism.

If the husband sits on a chair in the Garden of Eden, his wife is his footstool.

I would rather do many small roles on TV, stage or film than one blockbuster that made me rich but had no acting.

Women had first to convince the world that they had souls and then that they had minds and then it came on to this matter of political entity and the end is not yet.

George Washington, who said to his father, Dad, if I never tell I lie, how am I ever gonna become President? Never got a dinner!

I'd like to find whoever taught the Stump that extra work builds character and push him down the stairs," Neal told Kel at lunch.

Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven.