The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton.Read

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.