Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!