I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.