You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

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

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.