Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.

He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.

Oh, I have a very pure soul. It's only my private parts that have gotten me into trouble".

The way glass can be molded or blown or cut into any kind of shape made me think about how we as people - our characters or souls - can be shaped or changed by outside influences.

The only thing keeping two people together should be love. Not legalities.

Make your choice and accept the consequences.

One of the blessings human beings take for granted is the ability to remember pain without re-feeling it. The pain of the physical wounds is long gone …and the other kind of hurt, the damage done to our spirits, has been healed. We are careful with those scarred places in each other.