You can’t just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.

Nothing worthwhile is ever without complications.

God is dead and I am his replacement.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

He pulled himself out of hard times, dealt with the scars from it, pushed himself to make a mark. A little bit of the wild side there, always. I told myself, oh no, I won't get tangled up with this one. And I said it again, even when I was tangled up.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory.

Planting a flower's like opening a book, because either way you're starting something. And your garden's your library.