I'm the king of bad ideas.
Lisa Kessler, Legend of Love.
“He crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't get why you push everyone away.""This isn't the time to talk about this.""Should I set up an office visit?”
“He shook his head. "Those waves are begging us to ride them. Talking can wait.”
“I thought when you finally kissed me, I'd be able to walk away." He shook his head, his voice lowering to a throaty whisper. "I was dead wrong.”
“Hunter scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and then moved behind her to spoon her, his arm holding her close to his chest. His l...”
“Hunter walked out of the waves, and without any pretense, he wrapped her in his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes searing his.He bent his head lower, his voice a raspy whisper. "I've never met a...”
“Man..." He blew out an exasperated breath. "Do you push everyone away this hard, or is it just me?”
“Icarus should have waited for nightfall,the moon would have never let him go.”
“You're not crazy." She was serious, no hint of a smile.He cocked a brow. "And how do you know that?""I cut hair for a living." Her dark eyes glinted with playfulness, easing some of his jacked-up n...”
“You should know by now that love is never a weakness, Ares. Love is the mortal worlds greatest strength.”
“Whether Hindus or Greeks, Egyptians or Japanese, Chinese, Sumerians, or ancient Americans -- or even Romans, the most "modern" among people of antiquity -- they all placed the Golden Age, the Age o...”
“The nine Greek Muses, awakened again for this generation of man and meant to inspire mankind forward in the sciences and the arts.”
“He twisted the heavy gold ring around his finger. It had been in his family for generations, passed down to each eldest child along with the family mission of once again ushering in the Golden Age ...”
“Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.”
“Why don't you come with me to the station? We can talk, and I'll treat you to a bad cup of coffee." "You make it sound pretty tempting.”
“I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it.By telling you anything at all Im at least believing in you.Because Im...”