we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.