Quotes from Eileen Wilks

Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.

Dogs make sense. They understand hierarchy and the need to cooperate. They come when you call them. A cat though—a cat will take your number and get back to you. Maybe. If he's in a good mood.

Living does not undo life. Death does not, either. Life and death are not either-or.

It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.

Fear and bigotry don't need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

Alex, seated on her left, was one of those men who acted like he"d been issued a certain number of words at birth and didn"t want to run out. It took a little effort to get him talking

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

Nice to know a few things aren't in the government's files,' he said, opening the front door and stepping out ahead of her. The human courtesy of waiting for the woman to go through a door was all flourish, no sense. If any danger waited on the other side of a door, he'd rather meet it himself, not send her into it.

We always want to fix things for the people who matter. Can't, mostly, but we want to.

the same kind of answers the stars are always trying to give us, she thought, when we look up and up at them. So high above, speaking in gradual whispers about time, about their own flaming hearts and the endless cold that lies between…

When you're raw you don't want people studying your reactions, even if you've convinced yourself you're just fine. Maybe especially then.

Living does not undo life. Death does not, either. Life and death are not either-or.

Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.

Not knowing… that could be as hard to handle as despair.

What was romance but a lovely bit of play between man and woman?

So selfless she was, willing to give up a little sleep for a man who was clearly determined to make sure it would be no sacrifice. How did a woman give to a man who was so determined to give to her?

Regrets are the most useless form of guilt," Cullen said. "They always arrive too late to do any good.

His eyes made her think of water at night—full of mysteries and hints, revealing little.

Do you need me? Always, but not immediately.

Feelings are not always a guide to truth, and guilt is an indulgence you cannot afford. It clouds the mind.

Querida. You make me ache

There is no place on you I can't love, and love grants me entry . . .

When you slice the truth too thin, you deceive.

He wanted slow. He wanted lingering and teasing, and she was not in a patient mood. As with so much in a relationship, compromise was key.