"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts."

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm." ----Roarke, Naked In Death

What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel." "Hmm." He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. "Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

When something comes easy, you usually let it go the same way.

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