Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

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

I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven.

Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-lined and six feet under.

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

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?