Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.