Cows are the Devil's handmaidens.

Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference.

The bad thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. The good thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. During times of trouble, the support system was massive.

Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more

God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.

What are you doing?” she cried in protest. “Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.

If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.