I have always hated flying. The idea of it is an affront to nature. People are meant to stay on the ground.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

Dane was shaking his head firmly. "Don't bring it here, Ella. No babies." I gave him a dark look. "What if it were a baby polar bear or a baby Galapagos penguin? I bet you'd want it then." "I'd make an exception for endangered species," he allowed. "This baby is endangered. It's with my mother.

Easy, Marks,' he whispered. 'One of us has to have some self-control, and it really should be you.

Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know. That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky. I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals That's not ruthless?

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.