Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.

As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle

Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not nicely. "How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?" Barrons likes to use sexual innuendo to try to shut me up. I think he expects the well-raised southern belle in me will think eew and back off. Sometimes, I do think eew, but I don't back off. "I'm a spitter, if that's what you're asking." I flashed him a too-sweet smile. "Didn't look that way to me. I think you're a swallower. His tongue was halfway to China and you were still taking it." "Jealous?

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.