Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.

Today's my wedding day, Mom," he said softly aloud. "I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.

-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.

Men always seemed to growl and sniff around each other, bristling over nothing, and just as suddenly become buddies at the least likely moments.

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.

Have you ever heard of a condom? Don't Carpathians have condoms? Because I'm thinking that if you're all that worried, a condom might be just the thing." His smile was slow in coming. "I had not thought of that. As a rule Carpathians do not need such things.

Don't cater to stupidity.