I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.

Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.

Do you think a woman can give a man everything while still withholding her heart? We are not made that way! - Fiona

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan

I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered." (Mac & V'lane)

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.