...and her dreams that didn't happen, that couldn't have happened because she'd pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.

I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, trying to capture this moment, to clasp it, so I could always remember what it felt like to hold him this way.

Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?

I'm sure that I know that, it's behind one of all doors.

Humanity lives in its fiction.

Intelligence is not all that important in the exercise of power, and is often, in point of fact, useless.

The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.' You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.

I strongly believe in my own rights and wrongs and impose them on myself and my family.

I hope his breath wasn't too bad for 'Bron.'

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.