Karen Marie Moning

One day you may kiss a man you can__ breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.___ight, and one day my prince might come.___ doubt he__l be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

She shrugged, looking as baffled by it as he felt. "I don't know. I wonder sometimes if people even know what love is anymore. Some days, when I'm watching my friends change lovers as unperturbedly as they change shoes, I think the world just got filled with too many people, and all our technological advances made things so easy that it cheapened our most basic, essential value somehow," she told him. "It's like spouses are commodities nowadays: disposable, constantly getting tossed back out for trade on the market and everyone's trying to trade up, up--like there is a 'trading up' in love." She rolled her eyes. "No way. That's not for me. I'm having one husband. I'm getting married once. When you know going in that you're staying for life, it makes you think harder about it, go slower, choose really well.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

Love hath no pride.

When anything is possible, how do you choose?

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman__ legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It__ a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

She loves. And she doesn't know how to pull it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

A lamb in a city of wolves.

I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. "What more could a woman ask?

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.

I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

You both talk too much,_ the kid says. __hut up. Don__ make me tell you again.__e shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar

Don__ lose yourself in anger, Mac. It__ gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you - only your body doesn__ have the good grace to quit breathing.

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.