When the going gets tough, the tough eat ribs.

Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.

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.

Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it.

I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

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