V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

Phury?" "No, I'm not gay." "Don't feel like you need to hide it or anything." "I wouldn't. I'm just not." "You bi, then?

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.

It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another. -Cormia