Karen Marie Moning

I love books, they're in my blood.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.

With the Book hitching rides, hiding on people, guess we__e all going to be dressing like skanks for a while, huh? Skintight or skin. Dude, everybody__ everything__ gonna be hanging out, and some o_ those fat chicks at the abbey are gonna gross my eyeballs right outta my head. Muffin tops and camel toes, gah!

I smack myself in the forehead. __oly priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they__e not moving!_ I exclaim. There__ a choking noise over my head somewhere. __truscan snoods?_ I glow quietly inside. Some accomplishments mean more than others. I am officially the Shit. Now and forever. __ude, watch your question marks. I just pried one out of you._ __ have no idea what you__e talking about._ __dmit it, you lost your eternal fecking composure._ __ou have an obsession with a delusion about how I end my sentences. What the fuck are Etruscan snoods?_ __unno. It__ just another of Robin__ sayings. Like, __oly strawberries, Batman, we__e in a jam!_ _ __trawberries._ __r, __oly Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!_

His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment.This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Strength wasn__ about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

Things we had, like respect and trust, but also freely expressed desires and accountability to whatever degree it took to make both people happy. It took work, a willingness to fight passionately and fairly--out of bed, not just in it--commitment and honesty. It took waking up and saying each day, "I hold this man sacred and always will. He's my sun, moon, and stars." It took letting the other person in; a thing I'd stopped doing. It took being unafraid to ask for what you wanted, to put yourself on the line, to risk it all for love.

Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. 'Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing,' he agrees.

Women fight differently from men. You couldn__ get me to hurt a woman__ breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I__ PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

The single greatest advantage anyone can take into any battle is hope.

You can__ give somebody faith. They either got it or they don__.

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

I wept for me, for my sister, for things I couldn't even begin to put into words, and might never be able to explain. But it felt something like this: I used to walk on my feet. Now all I knew how to do was crawl. And I wasn't sure how long it was going to take for me to get up off my knees and regain my balance, but I suspected that when I did, I would never walk the same way again.

One of the first lessons a warrior is taught is that denial of one's circumstances only results in failure to recognize real danger.

He is my vulnerability

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.