His energy is very malevolent. Don't get sick or I'll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of him.

Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.

The men gasped at Nicholas. "That's the most I've heard him say in three years." Sam said. He turned to the others. "You ever hear him talk that much?" "I wasn't sure he could talk," Tucker Addison replied straight-faced. "He talks," Dahlia said defensively. "Begging your pardon, ma'am, but he's just plain anti-social," Sam pointed out, "Always had been, always will be.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.

Do you have any idea how stubborn you can look ? Our children better never give me that look, althought I won't mind if they give it to you. You'd deserve it.

I don't suppose you cook?" Tucker inquired hopefully. "Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.