And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

What are you?” I said irritably. “In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I’m stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don’t apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.