Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?

Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.

I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.

Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.

You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.

Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.

God is not a person, God is the underlying consciousness in Existence.

Aim for the stars, and afterward, pass them.

The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses.

[When I happen to] read interviews where people are such pros and they come out looking so good, [it comes off as] a little smug or something.

I love reading books that you can't put down, and they just take you over for a night or a weekend.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

Man is beginning to explore the galaxy. But how much remains undone on earth?

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall take flack from both sides."- Unofficial UN Motto

Go into emptiness, strike voids, bypass what he defends hit him where he does not expect you.

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.