You’re the love of my life, whether you’re with me or not.
I don’t believe I’m better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.
I’m prepared to be a very patient man when it comes to you. I will seduce you for however long it takes – give you space if you need it or follow you tight as sunshine on your shoulder if you’ll let me.” His eyes locked on hers. “I lost my chance with you once, Lizzie King – that is not going to happen again.
Memories were especially dear, when they were all you had left of a loved one to hold on to.
Be present. Love her until the end. Never her leave her side until the last breath. That was how he was going to honor her with his heart and his soul, even though he wasn’t worthy.
Loneliness was just like winter, he decided. Cold and pervasive, trapping you inside your own head because what was outside was so inhospitable. Was he never going to be warm again?
V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous.
There is no fight – I’m yours. If you want, here and now. Or later. A week, a month, years from now.
Humans: Nature’s remedy for an otherwise good time.
Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable – but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.
Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, “Pleased to meet you.
And maybe there is greatness waiting for you – if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.
Our strength must be tested,” he whispered, “for us to know it’s still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.
Is it my turn yet?” Lassiter asked over the earpiece. “I was born ready for this.
With all of my black and withered heart, I love you, my female.
I mean, come on. He’s kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.
Traditional laws and cultural norms are flimsy mantles of power and influence. Democracy, however, when it is truly exercised, is a stone fortress that cannot be surmounted, blown asunder, or burrowed under.
The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, “Who’s your daddy?
McDonald’s, he thought. Why couldn’t she have wanted Mickey D’s. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell –.
Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her.