“I hope what I awakened in you, devours me.”

Your eyes have ruined the stars.

Strength is formed in the womb of adversity.

Don’t let the tamed ones tell you how to live.

My heart has a history of silent catastrophes.

Cold coffee is a liquid morgue.

She’s seven seas of sexiness and five oceans of trouble.

Everybody knows when lightening strikes the earth a woman is formed.

I’ve never met Satan face to face, but I have dated a few of his daughters.

Wave your wand while the magic’s still there.

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.