And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.