raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

In that you're wrong. I choose, I adhere, I pursue, I commit, I attain. That - that, my errant friend - is an absolute." - Hawk

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.