Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

Mmm, he rumbled into my ear. I thought that being married meant that I never go to bed hungry.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her

If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.