Anyone that has character leaves a mark on another. Would you like to leave the world without making a ripple?

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

The simple and most complex answer is love.

Aren't most romance heros, or heros in fiction of any kind, generally superior to real men? Same goes for heroines and real women.

Bite me." -Lieutenant Eve Dallas, from any of the In Death books.

Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren’t there. “I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car. “I like it a lot. And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore. I know I am.