Quotes from Stephanie Rowe

Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl.

Almost done," he said. Trinity pulled back, and her cheeks were still red. "You set me on fire?" He winced. "Yeah. Sorry about that. Wasn't intentional.

He came over last night. He'd been out chasing foxes with his friends, and you know what he and the boys are like when they do the werewolf thing. The women, the drinking, and the farm animals." "Feeding on raw steak before he went out didn't curb the need to eat sheep?

It didn't work. He still had wool in his teeth. I couldn't make love to him. He had bone fragments and wool in his incisors, you know?" "Yeah, sheep remnants would be a major mood killer," Trinity agreed

I rub my tender chest. Mandy did my back hair, too, and I don't know which side of me hurts worse. There is man-pain like a hammer striking your finger and then there is Epilady pain.

That's why I was able to manifest these. I used the pain to make myself stronger than my destiny.

I need a hug from you to make me feel better about the fact I need a hug from you.

and it was there. It will always be there for you now.

Impossible means nothing to me. It's an illusion designed to weed out the weak from the strong.

Time to man up.

It's the life force of angels. It's hope. It's faith. It's all those good things in life that give people the strength to get up each day and cope with what they have. It's the blood that flows through me.

You do not get to choose how others love you. All you can do is honor their choice if they bless you with their love.

I don't think you can appreciate the simplicity of freedom until you've suffered. She

Crud. What was she supposed to do? Protect herself or the pretzels?

The chaos indicates you're smart enough to spend your time fighting for what matters, instead of wasting time adhering to society's useless mores about what a home should look like. Speaks to your power.

Too much hope breaks you, she replied, unable to keep the ache out of her own heart. If you believe too much, the crash is too hard—

Love might be beautiful, but it had a razor edge of pain that hurt more than anything she'd ever felt before.

Mine to you. Yours to me. Bonded by blood, by spirit and by soul, we are one. No distance too far, no enemy too powerful, no sacrifice too great. I will always find you. I will always protect you. No matter what the cost. I am yours as you are mine.

Clare, there's no chance in hell I would ever believe you're frigid." Her heart began to race. "No?" His gaze went to her mouth, and then back to her eyes. "Not with the way you look at me." She swallowed, her body vibrating at the intensity of his gaze, and the weight of his hand as he caressed her neck. "How do I look at you?" she whispered, her voice too breathy. "Exactly how I want you to.

What in Satan's slightly misguided obsession with Journey happened to this office?" Astrid demanded

Thano just grinned and held out his arms. You can stop pretending you don't want to hug me. I can do the man-hug thing without losing my raw, manly sex appeal. Everything is beautiful, and all that, right?

Randy rolled his eyes. "Oh sure. She said 'bork dee jork de spork' a few times. Of course it was difficult to get all of that, being as it was in an ancient Swedish chef language and all. It took me back to my Muppet watching days. Not to mention it was being shouted by one of those dementors from Harry Potter. The damned thing probably showed up here because it's out of work, ever since that series ended.

now, and it's not the one that

No. You do not get to choose how others love you. All you can do is honor their choice if they bless you with their love. She