You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.

You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.