She looked over at him, her eyes warm. “Your face has a story to tell.” Mouth quirking, Roan growled, “It’s a top-secret face, Darlin’.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. “I’m the present, Darlin’.

He traced her arched eyebrow. “Every morning when I wake up with you at my side, you’re more beautiful than yesterday.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. “You wanted to kiss me.” “I still do.

Nothing can fix a broken heart except love. Love always repairs those fractures we get in our heart.

Humanity lives in eager expectation of your products.

I would like to think she turns around and goes home and does one thing differently that day because of what she has imagined, and again the day after that, and the day after that.

Only if we live consciously, we can die consciously.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

Looking effortless takes a lot of effort.

The outside world doesn't have a lot to offer. You have to make your own heaven in your own home.

Religion was no cure for dysfunction.

It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not anger but indifference.

We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving by reflection.

They have this big book called the 'DSM-IV,' you know, that is supposedly written about crazy people, but I think it is a book that is written by crazy people!