He traced her arched eyebrow. “Every morning when I wake up with you at my side, you’re more beautiful than yesterday.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. “I’m the present, Darlin’.

She looked over at him, her eyes warm. “Your face has a story to tell.” Mouth quirking, Roan growled, “It’s a top-secret face, Darlin’.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. “You wanted to kiss me.” “I still do.

Nothing can fix a broken heart except love. Love always repairs those fractures we get in our heart.

You are not honored for the fruit you pick, but for the trees you plant.

Have we forgotten the laws of God?

If a man consults whether he is to fight, when he has the power in his own hands, it is certain that his opinion is against fighting.

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

Depending on which day, and how I am feeling on that day, I have a different favorite song on the album. One day it might be 'Karma', and other days it is 'Stay For A While'

Even if one doesn't smoke pot, one has to see the benefits of decriminalizing it.

Fear; if allowed free rein, would reduce all of us to trembling shadows of men, for whom only death could bring release

Acting is a really insular thing.

Every woman who thinks she is the only victim of violence has to know that there are many more.

All of the directors I've worked with I've gotten along with very well.