Sixty-five seconds," he said. "You weren't breathing for sixty-five seconds after we found you. I lived and died during each one of them." He let out a breath. "Never again.

When you don't know what you're doing, fake it.

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

A conclusion is the place you get to when you’re tired of thinking.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

how does this outer life, apocalypse reported, penetrate my dreams

For the Arab, the past does not merely live. The past defines the present.

Right. That's twenty-two fifty.""Twenty-two fifty?" We can't hide our exasperation."Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know.""That's obvious - the service is incredible.

Obviously, genies worked out in their off-hours. He looked so good it was distracting.

Self dedication is a spiritual experience.

Everyone seems to want to be somewhere they aren't. Choose to be where you are right now and you will be happier than 90 percent of humankind.

In life, periods of solitude were blessings. Dying alone was a bitter curse.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.

Some may find them merely diverting melodies. Others may find them incitements to Red revolution. And who will say if either or both is wrong? Not I.

Revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold.