I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle, or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.

Everything I needed was in my car, even the chickens