Trust me. I know what I want, and it’s right in front of me.” Her eyes went wide as she softly gasped. And then he pressed against her fully and kissed her.

I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.

I don’t know, ” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.

Trust Me. I know what I want and it’s right in front of me.

The only thing standing between her and her beautiful new home was her own silly insecurity and Matt Reed.

I always hated guys who were so damn wrapped up in themselves they thought they could do no wrong.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Turns out I’m one of them.

I can be patient, Vivienne, and I believe you’re worth waiting for.

He knew the saying was “the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, ” he was kind of counting on it working the other way around.

Let the gladness of your soul blossom.

Beware of that demon called 'Changing The World'.

The Universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers."Stanley Kunitz

I just wanted to be the first one to fly for America, not because I'd end up in the pages of history books.

There is a narrative behind every image. I often imagine being able to see the photographer standing behind the camera, or perhaps crouching or running with it.

Freedom, liberty, individual rights, that idea of dealing with other people in a matter that is not initiating force against them, is critical to me.

I do most of my shopping online. It's just convenient for me.

I rescued a dog. It was a beautiful.

Marriages don't last. When I meet a guy, the first question I ask myself is: is this the man I want my children to spend their weekends with?

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.