Look, if some guy dressed in his mother's clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

Why were there no buoys in life to show you the way?

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Told you not to tell her.” “That's not how I work things. That's not how you build a relationship.” “Build a relationship.” Ryder snorted as he sent the drill whirling again. “You've been reading again.” “Blow me.

Maybe you could casually mention to Zoe that I'm not now, nor have I ever been, an axe murderer." "I'll see if I can work it into our next conversation," Flynn promised.

Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now.