You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

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.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.” —Jack Force

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?