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

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

The only reality you can control is the one you're willing to face.

I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho

Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.” Some women like that.” Not me.” Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.” I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.” One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.” Right, and one day my prince might come.” I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.