Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air. Oxygen is trivial. 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.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

If aught must be lost, 'twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, 'twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, 'twill be my life for yours. I am Given.

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?

I hate fate. I don't believe in her. Unfortunately, I think the bitch believes in me.

When you know who I am. Let me be your man.

Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face.

I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It's like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.

He shakes me."Say my name." "No." "Damn it,would you just cooperate?" "I do not know that word,'cooperate.'" "Obviously,"he growls. "I think you make up words." "I do not make up words." "Do,too." "Do not." "Too." "Not." I laugh "Woman you make me crazed,"he mutters. We do this often.Get into childish arguments.He is stubborn,my beast.

Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.

Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be -- and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.

Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

I couldn't tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren't looking hard enough! I'm the one with boobs!" I know you're the one with boobs!They're in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!

Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

Like sheep, sidhe-seers herd by nature, until you *want* them to go somewhere. Then they're all fluffy bottoms and broken.

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn