Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.

Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)

You’re meant for me, and I will have you.

Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade

Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag. Cat re: Annette

See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?” A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.