He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

Love is not an option, it is the only option.

We wait expectantly for what we hope for.

I'm just saying love has a lot to do with the power of forgiveness.

A great meal is an experience that nourishes more than your body.

I think the biggest challenge is to continue on the same path. I think it's easy to become complacent from the success you've had.

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavement, even if it leads nowhere?

Most people begin their day in neutral. They will simply react to whatever confronts them.

Technically speaking, you can build anything out of sand; it doesn't mean you do it.

Systems of morals are only a sign-language of the emotions.

Step aside, boys. I have the evil powers for this.” – Abigail “My lady got mad skills.” – Sundown