There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

I don't love you. But I see the value of you, the incredible worth of you, more than anyone I've ever known.

I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.