I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.