If we stay together, I'll have to forgive you over and over again, and if you're still in this, you'll have to forgive me over and over again too. So forgiveness isn't the point. What I really should...

If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.

If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.

I will see you again,’ Hades promised. ‘I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.’ ‘Now I can’t...

I was astonished, bewildered. This was America, a country where, whatever its faults, people could speak, write, assemble, demonstrate without fear. It was in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights. We...

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admire...

I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.

His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close to a vampire,never realized what it would be like to be so near to someone who...

His throat bobbled. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent.I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tear...

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

He talked about luck and fate and numbers coming up, yet he never ventured a nickel at the casinos because he knew the house had all the percentages. And beneath his pessimism, his bleak conviction th...

Hazel squinted. How far?Just over the river and through the woods.Percy raised an eyebrow. Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?Frank cleared his throat. Yeah, anyway.

Good explanations are like bathing suits, darling; they are meant to reveal everything by covering only what is necessary.

Get the hell away from her. I mean it Solange, he said, his jaw clenching. Get off her. Now.

For, let's face it, digression is the soul of wit. Take philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

Even those who know better, such as the King, nurse strange ideas about me as a prophet. They do not understand that I am given to see only those matters that roil the heavens. They expect me to know...

Daemon! Dee called from the kitchen. I need your help!We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen. He rubbed his hands down his face. It's possible.

But we should not cling! A plague upon fundamentalists and literalists! I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the fo...

Brain waves are like personal handwriting.