Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.

Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

You are so . . . odd." "I shall take that as a compliment." -Thor to No'One

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?