Such is my curse, Branwyn O'Tyre. Every woman I touch is forced to lavish her affections upon me.

Sheer male interest filled his gaze which was entirely focused on her. She'd never before felt so female, so utterly desirable, so wanton.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.

Strength in peace. Strength in love. Always.

To give up pretensions is as blessed a relief as to get them ratified.

Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.

I'm more verbal and not as private as I was as a kid.

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

I don't work for nothing. I'm entitled to get paid.

Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

As a heart surgeon I am on constant call, and when not researching or giving lectures, I like to be with my family.

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.