It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

His brothers could tease him about his height or the number of scars he was collecting on his body. He could take the joke when they said he would die having never won a fair wrestling match. But the topic of Bettin still smarted too much. He'd imagined being with her always. Now when he closed his eyes, he had trouble imagining anything else.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

I can see that one can never pay back Gilsa for the fear that she will give again.

I need to admit up front that I don't know how to have a fling. I'm not good at playing around and then saying good-bye. I'm throwing myself at your feet because I'm hoping for a shot at forever." Henry Jenkins/Mr. Nobley

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.