An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn’t mean they should.

Lucifer was engraving Nate’s name on a cage right now.

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he’d still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

If this was what caring about someone was like, what the hell was he supposed to do? Because he couldn’t handle it, couldn’t live like this.

Whether your cup is half-full or half-empty, remind yourself there are others without one.

Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke

A good idea for lyrics and a melody to expand on.

I wanted to be a fashion designer.

I was conceived after doctors told my mother she'd never have children. I'm a miracle - we all are.

If I'm not feeling good, I load on jewelry. It gives me energy and makes me feel happy.

Love says: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

I love fire. Fire is hypnotic.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!