Just that one word—sound—sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is what you’ll get, if you just let me hear.

His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.

He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.

I would never forbid you. I can’t forbid you. It’s not in my power to, and it never should be.

You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…”There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence. Amusing, but arousing at the sametime.

Instead of worrying about what could go wrong, change your thoughts to what could go right. When you change the negative thought into a positive one, it eliminates the negative one.

Awaken the divinity of a sacred self.

Souls and their lessons.Self-conscious

Too many young African-American and Latino men ended up in jail for nonviolent offenses.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

You want me to do something... tell me I can't do it.

Until I test the limits to what I can achieve, I won't really know how well I can do.

He who sounds his own trumpet will soon find plenty to laugh at him.

No one is in charge of this process, this is what makes history so interesting, it's a runaway freight train on a dark and stormy night.

Beauty is a delightful prejudice.