I think at this point, safety isn't a feeling, it's a process. Starting with trust.

We were each other's only link to the past . . . that was the strength of our bond, and also our weakness.

He never knew what hit him, and that would have comforted me, except . . . just for one second, he would have had to know, wouldn't he? There must have been a blur, a sense of the world exploding, a flashpoint of receiving more damage than a human body could endure.

My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.

For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.

I have always been an obsessive reader - I remember going back and forth to the local library with stacks of books taller than I was.

I think at this point, safety isn't a feeling, it's a process. Starting with trust.