...got the ink as a constant symbol of what I fight for and of what I have to live for.

And maybe that is exactly what happened…he walked away and never woke up…

He thoroughly intended to do some major grovelling. Olympic-style begging, if necessary.

I love you. We’re getting married, and that’s the way it is. Get used to it.

The last time he'd walked through a woman's dreams, she'd almost killed him.

You're not so tough. No tougher than the man whose blood will spill from your veins.

He hugged her hard. "I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

If I’m going down, I’m going down with lipstick on.” ~Maggie Mae Castro

As comestibles nourish our bodies and ideas nourish our minds, so art nourishes our souls.

That’s the past. I have even less power to change it now than I did to stop it then.

I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.

The man was more temperamental than she was. Not an easy feat. (Mina's view of Diego.)

He was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.

You’ve been drinking. Let’s go before I become the asshole prick you think I am.

I figured it was probably best for me to leave that bicycle back there for a real emergency.