Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.

Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.

Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

If you leave me naked and waiting on the bed without making love to me, I’ll—” I didn’t get to finish the threat. I think it was the word “naked,” though maybe it was “bed,” but before I finished my sentence, he was on me. Mercy to Adam

Love is not necessary for sex.

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.