Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything.

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

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever. “Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didn’t do vulnerable. “Really what?” I asked. “Despite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, you’d still have me?” He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. “Adam,” I told him, “I’d walk barefoot over hot coals for you.

His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

I was talking cannibalism, not romance.