Love is very funny business. And sex - well, let's face it, sex is hysterical.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

We make our own choices and we're each responsible for them. Blame and credit belong to the individual. You haven't the right to claim either from someone else.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

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

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

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.