I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.

Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!

If he's at this party, I want you to stay far away from him." "Shouldn't that rule apply to you, and Jules, too? Unless your penises make you magically bulletproof.

...there's no such thing as an underwear elf. Even when it goes missing, it's somewhere in the room. So make sure you find it." -- DARK OF NIGHT by Suzanne Brockmann

Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.

My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.