This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

You have a wound too, Papa." Hanna took Brigan's left hand, which was wrapped in a bandage, and inspected it. "Did you throw the first punch?

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.