Quotes from Heather Graham

What about Caleb? Shouldn't you wait 'til he

Take heed, Miss Mackay, you're too young to be practicing such a talent for flirtation. Someday, some poor soul may fight back.

All paths lead to God, and it doesn't matter if you call him Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, or even if you believe that he is a she.

she was next to the skeleton of what

No, no, no, no, he had to be okay. He had to be out there...going for help, she thought. And then she looked at the thing in her hand at last. She held... A horse. A tiny little black plastic horse.

think back to the first case with the white horse, and finding the woman crucified in the Everglades. I think about putting away a bad guy, and then receiving the little red horse when we were vacationing before.

A little black plastic horse. This time, it was received by a colleague of mine, a guy I worked with years ago. Andy Mason, Assistant Field Director out there. He has no idea where it came from. It wasn't mailed to him—it was on his doorstep when he went home last night.

I warned you before not to marry him if he couldn't kiss you as I did. Now I can warn you that you'll never have anything like you had tonight with him. Not in a thousand years, Kiernan.

But he might have in every quality something of what made him what he was that was something she subconsciously searched for in a man.

He's got so much drugs and alcohol in him right now that about the only thing I could order him to do and expect a response on would be to smile.

Wildlife is just that --- wild life.

Daniel grinned. "Do something!" he told Jesse. "Marry her, before she does decide to marry Anthony Miller.

What language for such a refined and sophisticated northern lass! And a beautiful one. Even more beautiful when you're swearing away in such a ladylike manner!

Blind faith isn't always a good thing.

As I live and breath. The master is returned from parts unknown." "Hi, Madame," Max said, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

Let's hope that very soon it won't matter whether we're red, black, tan, yellow, white…male or female. Or whether we believe in the White Buffalo Woman, the teachings of Buddha, Allah or God.

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

When she started to fill the entire glass, he jerked the bottle out of her hand. She swirled on him, staring at him hatefully. "How dare you! You're not my brother, my father, my husband—" "That's right, Christa, I'm no one but a filthy Yank. And you're going to turn into a southern lush if you're not careful!

Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?

The black horse didn't just arrive—he's been here!

Heavens no, Mrs. Miller. It's war, and I have managed to send men into battle. But I'm a merciful commander—I wouldn't dream of sending them in after you." "Then I'm staying." "Maybe not. I didn't say that I wouldn't come in after you myself.

One more thing, Callie," he called after her. He was stripping off his dirty frock coat, watching her. "What?" "I don't call any man property—you know that we freed all of our slaves." "Yes, you told me." He smiled. "Well, I just want you to know that I do consider a wife a man's property. You'll be mine." "We'll just have to see, won't we?" Callie said sweetly in reply.

Kelsey was up there, and she was devastated. Holding it together

what's real doesn't always matter. What people think has been done to them can be just as serious as what really happened.