Quotes from Tara Janzen

There was a lesson in here somewhere, he was sure. Or maybe he'd offended some ancient, pre-Columbian god while he'd been in South America -because this was a test.

She'd never known a man whose initial move was to undress the woman he wanted.

All he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up. Hell. This had to be the absolute worst first date of her life.

Mission of mercy, he said, straightening up, his voice so cold, he could have owned the patent.

Kid Chaos : "Yes, ma'am".

It was better to talk, which would be a helluva lot easier if he would just talk back a little. Damn it, it was like pulling a teeth to get him to say anything. Like right now. He'd gone completely silent on her again, leaving the ball in her court, where the ball had been for the last half an hour.

But here they were, despite death and everything, sitting in a car. If this was fate, she was buying.

This isn't about you, Skeeter. It's about me, and I need you here. If we lose Crutchfield, we'll get him another day. If I lose you...

You can't possibly be afraid of trees.

Remembered pain tightened his mouth into a grim line. The weeks he'd spent looking for her had left permanent scars on his heart.

You've stopped crying. I'm glad. I don't want you to cry anymore.

Which State Department, exactly, are we talking about? - The one in Washington, D.C.

Fuck, Dylan said, then thought it, just for the hell of it.

Politics and war were just different names for power, and the price of power was predictably high and could be precisely measured-in dollards,yen,euros,rubles,riyals, and blood.

Good God. Johnny freakin' Ramos. Out in the hall. Of course, out in the hall. Hell, he'd spent half his life out in the hall,especially at Campbell Junior High,especially during seventh-grade social studies call. She'd gotten sent out in the hall with him once, her one and only time in the hall ever, the two of them put there to "work things out", and her poor little thirteen-year-old heart had barely survived the experience.

He'd kissed her, and she'd been poleaxed, frozen in place, because his mouth had felt like coming home. The taste of him, the smell of him, the sound of his breath-the slow slide of his tongue over and around and down the lenght of hers, it had all said, "Here's your place,girl,here with me.