We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.

(Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up.

Come on, " I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

Your lifestyle is fulfilling a prophesy

I believe Islam is superior. And will not be surpassed. So I believe that the law of God is much superior to man-made law.

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

Sometimes life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging.

It is said that a rogue does not look you in the face, neither does an honest man look at you as if he had his reputation to establish.

The reality is that I surround myself with very smart, very strong people - including my ex-wives.

I live in Florida, and I live on a small lagoon. I sit and look out at the water all day - that's what my desk is.

There can be no doubt that distrust of words is less harmful than unwarranted trust in them.

Without criticism and reliable and intelligent reporting, the government cannot govern.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge