My life used to be boring. A damnation here, a curse there, with an occasional blight or two to break routine. Now I have Aisling...She's better than reality TV, Internet porn sites, and the trashloids all put together.' - Jim

Carrie Fay always says that nothing is really horrible unless it eats away your face.

...my soul bleeding tears of anguish

Yes, he is a man, so genetically he's engineered to be dense about many things, but he's not stupid.

Maybe I could just James Bond my way down the cable if I draped the scarf over it, clinging to the ends as my body careened down it to safety-- Careened. What an ugly word that was

You do not interrupt a man when he is explaining his master plan after having been soundly defeated. Don't you watch any James Bond Movies?

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.

You taste of the cool water that hides deep in a stream. You taste of the night air, soft and scented and mysterious. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to be with you, be inside you, shout to the world that you are mine at the same time I want to keep you hidden where you will exist only for me. You make me feel invincible, little bird.

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m going to save this dress at all costs.” - Sam to Clare

His laughter echoed through my mind. I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and am taking her back to my home, where she and I will be alone and able to indulge whatever fantasies we choose. What is there not to enjoy?

What's a friend for if not to face almost certain death with, eh?

You should just dump the whole saving the world plan and go with global domination. It's probably be more fun.

You took a bath without me? I smiled to myself at the accusation in his voice.

Do you want me to ride you like a rented mule, or do you prefer to be Mr. Missionary Position? I'm fine with wither, so it doesn't matter to me.

You are too arrogant for your own good. I officially de-mate you. Go away. I never want to see you again. Except maybe tonight. Naked. Your place. But after that, no more.

Stay here til I come to fetch you. I no longer recognize you in the Republic of Joy, I loftily informed him. Our diplomatic ties are severed. Unsever them, he growled, or the Country of Raphael will be forced to declare your republic a protectorate. Dictator, I muttered. For life, he agreed.

I was born. It was easy. My mother did all the hard work.

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.