...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

The man was useless as tits on a bull, but he didn't deserve to die like that.

I got you a present." "Did you?" "It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

I'd rather lie bare-assed naked on the sidewalk and be trampled by tourists from South Dakota than be an accountant.