Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

There are things that can harm a lot more than physically.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

I think like a detective.

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.