I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

Don't lose yourself to anger. It's gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you-only your body doesn't have the good grace to quit breathing

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

He is my vulnerability

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

My heart has jet lag.