You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

He looked as if he'd stepped straight off the cover of one of those romance novels she ordered from Amazon.com so she didn't have to be embarassed by some supercilious male clerk in the bookstore.

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.