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

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.

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that you're going to need the weapons more.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.