Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Some people fall apart when they get hurt," he says. "Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

Why doesn't anyone ever tell me the rules of life?

There are more balls in twenty feet of street here than there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack. We might fight each other, but in times of danger, we'll fight together. Dude!

You bloody fool, do you never stop to consider the consequences of your actions?" He barreled out of the mirror behind me. "Of course I do," I said coolly. "There's always plenty of time to consider the consequences. After I've screwed up.

Don't confuse intensity of emotion with quality of emotion, baby, when I'd gotten tangled up with class heartbreaker Tommy Ralston. The more he'd hit on my girlfriends, the harder I'd worked to keep him. It was like I was addicted to whatever made me feel most intensely, even though it was hurting me. Pain is not love, Mac. Love makes you feel good.

I decided to try a stab in the dark, figuring anyone who worked with so many books surely knew a little of something about a lot of everything.

It doesn`t elude me that he didn`t deny it.

Get a little practice. See what it feels like to drive a knife through my heart. Relish it. Watch the light fade from my eyes, stare into my dying, taste it, see how you like it. There's a moment in death that is unlike anything else in all existence.

Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

Make love to me, make me forget.

Stay to the lights

He smiled faintly. "Do your thing, Ms. Lane. You might be criminally young, but the night is not.

The sun does not rue that it rises.

I'm a moth to his flame and it frightens me how willingly I'd burn my wings off for him. Destroy the world. Follow him to Hell. It's scary to feel like you can't breathe without someone. That a man has so much power over you because you love him as much as, if not more than, you care for yourself.

Nay," he agreed. "I am bigger. Stronger. Better.

No. Your face is lovely, lass. The sunset looks good on you.

She glides through the night. He punches into it, a boxing glove with razor blades for knuckles. When she passes, the world is a better place. He leaves bloody footprints in a graveyard of bones.

I punish wenches who tickle me," he purred, stretching her arms above her head.

Ain't too young for nothing." "In some societies that would be true. Different places. Different times. You'd be old enough to be a wife and mother.

I can't die like this. I have things to do. My adventure has hardly begun. Everything goes black. I see Death. Ain't so fascinating. It's a sledgehammer.

Lists had become my anchors. They got me through the days. The oblivion of sleep got me through the nights. So long as I knew exactly where I was going and what I was doing the next day, I didn't flounder.

He laughed, a dark, sensual purr, and she felt her nipples tighten.

Did you wish just now?" "Tinker talk," Hawk scoffed. "Foolish romantic nonsense for dreamy-eyed lasses." Of course he'd wished. Every time he'd seen a falling star lately.

And she doesn't want company. I can't fault her for that. We all must make our way alone before we're much good at making our way together.