The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

Please let me go." "Anna." He lowered his brow to hers. "Don't ask me to do that, because I don't think I can live without you. Take a chance, roll the dice. Come with me.

The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand." ... Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. "Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?" "I'm in love with Miss Summers." The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.

I'd rather be screwed up with you than smooth with anybody else.

You mess with one Quinn, you mess with them all.

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

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.