He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

Moth to a flame I follow.

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and I take it.' Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now? 'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD.