I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good.

It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul.

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

A garden always has a point.

I watched you for years,” she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. “I watched you and you never saw me.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.