“I want whatever part of you I can have.”

Yes, of course. I was on her like, um… I believe that old woman last week we took after she’d burnt down her house cooking said ‘like white on rice.

Be glad I don’t have my gun because right now I’m considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

I couldn’t forget. I couldn’t break. She had the power to break me. No one had ever been given that power, ever.

But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that’s holy, please wear panties and a bra.

I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat. “God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.

That’s really sweet.” He grinned and reached for a plate. “Then I believe my mission is accomplished.” Laughing softly so I didn’t wake up Cage, I walked over and took the plate he was offering to me.

I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn’t even name it.

Goodbyes weren’t all they were cracked up to be

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

I know I’m doing something wrong and I feel guilty but neither of those things matter enough to make me stop

He was so good and honest. Why couldn’t I love him instead?

I was already headed for Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

No one expected the preacher’s daughter to sin, but they sure would love to catch me at it.

Hello Rush,” she said, breaking the silence. The sound of her voice almost sent me to my knees. God, I’d missed her voice. “Blaire,” I managed to say, terrified that I’d scare her away just by speaking.

I am pleased to see from the laughter on the Ministerial benches that there is no implication on their part to take Sir Oswald Mosley too seriously. It can easily be seen to-day that this idea of a dictator is gradually falling down.

You don’t just get the good part. You get the bad part, too. You get all of it.

Whatever the problem – be part of the solution

But ya know what, I am a part of something that happened.

Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.

I think part of picking where you live in New York is accepting who you are. Really looking at yourself and going, ‘Yeah, I’m not cool enough for the West Village.’

I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I’m very glad therefore you’ve been a part of it.

Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.