Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

The thing people don't realize, God bless them, is that my books are supposed to suck.

Yes, heaven forbid I not be protected from tanks.

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

So what are you going to tell her?" "A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?" He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair." "No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.

I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.