Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.

Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda