I need to write to be happy.

You bring the color and the life. It's a lucky man who is offered that color and life, and a wise one who values it.

She gazed toward the marsh that grew thicker, deeper, greener with approaching summer. Mosquitoes whined in there, breeding in the dark water. Alligators slid through it, silent death. It was a place where snakes could slither and bogs could suck the shoe right off your foot. And it was a place, she thought, that went bright and beautiful with the twinkling of fireflies, where wildflowers thrived in the shade and the stingy light. Where an eagle could soar like a king. There was no beauty without risk. No life without it.

Survivors lived with their mistakes.

Are you telling me you're cooking me dinner?- Regan Its the quickest way, without physical contact, to get a woman into bed. The kitchen through there?

Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.