She had platonic all but tattooed on her forehead.

There. Let the gods of friendship and common sense strike him dead.

Hunter versus prey, and the look in his eyes told her, in no uncertain terms, eating her alive was a distinct possibility.

He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.

You are no star, Gabby. You're the sky. The rest of us are just circling your orbit.

Damn, her mouth was a weapon.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

She was thinking of doing a little Cuervo therapy.

Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don't be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.

She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.

More often than what you're suggesting, I find people are surprised that I have an urban side to me.

Though the computer can correct anything, a bad image is a bad image.

I love it when dogs yawn. Especially when it's in the middle of another dog's speech.

Never say anything in a national campaign that anyone might remember.

A man who is enticed by sinful thoughts is blinded by them, and he sees the action of sin in himself, but he can not see the cause of this action.

Courage is temperamental, scientific, ideal.

Everyone who ever walked barefoot into his child's room late at night hates Legos.

He found that it was easy to make a heroic gesture, but hard to abide by its results.