Love is a terrible weakness. It gives your enemies a perfect target, clouds your judgement, makes you reckless... and that's on a good day.

My gaze flew to him once more,noting the cigarette he set down even as he exhaled a long plume of white."Why are you lying there smoking while I'm chained to a wall?"I demanded.The look he gave me was a mixture of relief and cynicism."Since it seems you don't remember anything about the past two days,let me assure you,luv-I earned that smoke.

Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.

...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

I was slumped next to him. He didn't pay any attention to me, but kept snickering as he drove. It was annoying. I had PMS and a test this morning. Boy, had he picked the wrong girl.