I can’t get enough of you, ” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.

He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.

Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.

Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.

He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.

Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.

I want you too, so much, ” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair.

As a child, I was a brat, and my parents didn't know how to control me. So they told me ghost stories, which stayed with me. I am still petrified of darkness and being alone.

If one mouse is a spark...then ten thousand are a conflagration.

There is nothing so costly to the state as a ruined life

...remember and think about the closeness of the Creator. If you live in this wisdom, it will give you endless strength and hope.

Love is faith and one faith leads to another.

Since with electricity we extend our central nervous system globally, instantly interrelating every human experience.

Not every article in every magazine or newspaper is meant to be a valentine card addressed to every reader's self-esteem.

APPRECIATION IN ANY FORM AT ANY TIME BRIGHTENS ANYONE'S EXISTENCE.

Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapped to the eyes in his black wings.