Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.

It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

I didn't ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I'd know joy.

They'll try to kill you." "Good thing I'm hard to kill." Only one thing concerned me. "Will you?" "Never. I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?' I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.

Hope strengthens. Fear kills.

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

Hope strengthens. Fear kills[...] That simple adage is master of every situation, every choice. Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do. Do we greet things that come our way with joy? Or suspicion?

Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes. And psychotic killers.

Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and don't give a damn, as long as they don't get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.

No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. 'Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing,' he agrees.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.

God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please.