Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head. You asked if I believe in God. I told you of course I do - I've always had a strong sense of self

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.