Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.

Some people just don't seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain't true, folks

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

Zerbrowski said, "Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try." It took me a second to realize that he had just quoted Star Wars to me. It made me smile, and in that moment I loved him, just for that.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

No name-calling truly bites deep unless, in some dark part of us, we believe it. If we are confident enough then it is just noise.