I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack.

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

It is a very natural human trait to destroy that which frightens us.