The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.

Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Oh, yes, the man could define himself as the dawning of an epoch if he wanted to. There was, quite simply, before Adam and after Adam.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.