Grief shared was grief lessened.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

A little blood never bothers me.

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

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!

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