We are none of us perfect, and...we learn to take these imperfections and make them only a small part of who we are

People who know other people’s secrets can’t afford to do things that impair their ability to control their mouths.

Some people are boys longer than others.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?

Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live." "Did she?" Charles looked at her, and she saw the approval in his face. She doubted anyone else would have read anything at all. His voice was a caress, just for her. "Would you like that, love?

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.