“What i really wanted was the impossible.”

A war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent

Your biggest dream? – nora grey kiss you. – patch cipriano

I nibbled my lower lip. “if you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.” “i have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.

Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.

The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.

I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.

It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.

Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper

Kiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again

I need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.

One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone i didn’t know i was searching for.

You didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

I mean, it’s hard to talk about death without realizing that’s our end too, right? I am constantly aware of death.

True science teaches us to doubt and, in ignorance, to refrain.

The doubter is a true man of science: he doubts only himself and his interpretations, but he believes in science.

The great experimental principle, then, is doubt, that philosophic doubt which leaves to the mind its freedom and initiative, and from which the virtues most valuable to investigators in physiology and medicine are derived.

Fear is a killer, when it comes to the creative process.

The first thing dictators do is finish free press, to establish censorship. There is no doubt that a free press is the first enemy of dictatorship.

It’s not that I want to be, but it’s a fascination of the mind and it plays a role in why I want to live my life a certain way.

The probability that we face global warming caused by fossil fuels is now so overwhelming that it is legitimate to doubt the motives of those who deny it