Maid Latte

You were always running ahead of me with ease, even though I’m frantically running with all my breath.

I want tons of secret about you that only I know.

I’ll make you fall for me as many times as needed.
Not everyone can put their all into everything they do, even if they try

Shadow Game

Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.

In Bed With The Devil

He's always said if you wish to die rich, invest in vice.

Her features were exquisite  perfection, carved by nature with obvious care and never altered by the harshness of life.

"You don't care what people think," he said.
She couldn't tell from the way he emphasized the words if he was asking a question or making an observation. Still, she felt obliged to answer. "Of course I care. To a certain extent we all care, but we can't care to the point that we live in fear of others' opinion, that we allow them to change who we are. We must be willing to stand up and defend what represents the very core of our being. Otherwise what is the purpose of individuality? We'd be nothing but imitations of each other, and I daresay we'd all be rather boring."

"Have you ever loved anyone?"
"You mean besides my mum?"
Luke was dumbfounded as he stared at Jack. He knew his friend's story. "She sold you when you were five."
Jack shrugged. "Doesn't mean I didn't love her. Just means she didn't love me."

Could love have only one side to it and still be love?

I'd have never thought that remembering would bring with it far more trouble than forgetting.

"Oh, Papa, I've done something terribly silly. I've fallen in love with someone, and he loves another. The strange thing is, as much as it hurts, I only want him to be happy. And if she'll make him happy, I want him to have her."

"I know you don't think he's good enough for me, but then you don't think any man is good enough for me."

"Where do you find your faith in me, Catherine?"
"From coming to know you."

"I adore you, Frannie. You know that. I always have."
She gave him the smile that had always warmed him, but it was not that threatened to bring him to his knees. He would kill to keep that smile on her face. But to keep Catherine smiling, he would willingly die.
"But you love Catherine," Frannie said quietly.

My friendship with Jack remains strained. I want to believe that he was duped, but he has always been far too clever to fall for another man's ruse. So we have added yet one more thing to our relationship about which we never speak. Sometimes I think we will break beneath the weight of it, but on those occasions I have but to look at my wife in order to find the strength to carry on. I am determined to be worthy of her and that requires that I be a far stronger and better man than I had ever planned to be.
We see Frannie from time to time, not as often as we'd like unfortunately. She did eventually marry, but that is her story to tell.
Dear Frannie, darling Frannie.
She shall always remain the love of my youth, the one for whom I sold my soul to the devil. But Catherine, my beloved Catherine, shall always be the center of my heart, the one who, in the final hour, would not let the devil have me.


They were bound together by the things they'd done. Things the nobility could never comprehend being desperate enough to do.

The price you pay for waltzing with the devil is residing in hell.

Is there nothing you want so desperately that you'd be willing to do anything in order to acquire it?

When someone harms those whom we love, we must do as we must. And I had always loved Frannie.

You are now in league with the devil, my lady. May you rest easier at night than I.

"You must love her very much to be willing to do all this."
He twisted his head slightly and held her gaze. "I'm not doing anything for her that I've not done for her before."

"Why did you think my reason for being here had something to do with Frannie?" Luke asked.
"Because she's what we all have in common."
"No, Feagan is what we all have in common."
"But Frannie is the one we all circle around to protect."

Sighing, she looked out at the fog. It was like life, preventing her from seeing what was beyond reach. She wasn't unhappy. She simply felt that something important was missing from her life.

Sometimes having the dream makes you more content than having the reality.

Night Whispers

The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.

Scruples Two

He had put so much space behind him that he had finally reached that place at which the past was indeed another country, the future was unimportant, only today existed, and even today merely unfolded, minute by minute.

Your Scandalous Ways

He knew there were no forevers and there was always a way out, yet he lost his way, lost his balance.

About Girls Who Read..

You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You'll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She's the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That's the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She's the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she's kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author's making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce's Ulysses she's just saying that to sound intelligent.  Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It's easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she's going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She'll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she's sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn't burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you're better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Compilor's Note: The name of this post is not really the name of a novel. I picked it off the internet so I am not sure where it is from. If you want to find out more about it go to www.goodreads.com and search for this quote.

Magic in the Wind

     You can't turn the sheriff into a toad, Hannah. It's against the rules.

     Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.

It Happened One Autumn

: The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.
: "Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked."
: Aristocrats never displayed enthusiasm, but rather detached interest. Aristocrats relied on subtle inflections of the voice to convey meaning. Aristocrats would say "relation" or "kinsman," rather than "relative." And they used the phrase "do be good enough" rather than ask "would you." Furthermore, it was mandatory that an aristocratic lady should never express herself directly, but instead hint gracefully at her meaning.
: "I still don't get why I have to eat breakfast if you don't," Josie muttered.
"Because you have to be a certain age to earn the right to ruin your own life."
: "Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.
: "As you can see," Daisy said, "one glass is filled with soap water, one with clear, and one with blue laundry water. The other, of course, is empty. The glasses will predict what kind of man you will marry."
They watched as Evie felt carefully for one of the glasses. Dipping her finger into the soap water, Evie waited for her blindfold to be drawn off, and viewed the results with chagrin, while the other girls erupted with giggles.
"Choosing the soap water means she will marry a poor man," Daisy explained.
Wiping off her fingers, Evie exclaimed good-naturedly, "I s-suppose the fact that I'm going to be m-married at all is a good thing."
The next girl in line waited with an expectant smile as she was blindfolded, and the glasses were repositioned. She felt for the vessels, nearly overturning one, and dipped her fingers into the blue water.
Upon viewing her choice, she seemed quite pleased. "The blue water means she's going to marry a noted author," Daisy told Lillian. "You try next!"
Lillian gave her a speaking glance. "You don't really believe in this, do you?"
"Oh, don't be cynical. Have some fun!" Daisy took the blindfold and rose on her toes to tie it firmly around Lillian's head.
Bereft of sight, Lillian allowed herself to be guided to the table. She grinned at the encouraging cries of the young women around her. There was the sound of the glasses being moved in front of her, and she waited with her hands half raised in the air. "What happens if I pick the empty glass?" she asked.
Evie's voice came near her ear. "You die a sp-spinster!" she said, and everyone laughed.
"No lifting the glasses to test their weight," someone warned with a giggle.  "You can't avoid the empty glass, if it's your fate!"
"At the moment Iwant the empty glass," Lillian replied, causing another round of laughter.
Finding the smooth surface of a glass, she slid her fingers up the side and dipped them into the cool liquid. A general round of applause and cheering, and she asked, "Am I marrying an author, too?"
"No, you chose the clear water," Daisy said. "A rich, handsome husband is coming for you, dear!"
"Oh, what a relief," Lillian said flippantly, lowering the blindfold to peek over the edge. "Is it your turn now?"
Her younger sister shook her head. "I was the first to try. I knocked over a glass twice in a row, and made a dreadful mess."
"What does that mean? That you won't marry at all?"
"It means that I'm clumsy," Daisy replied cheerfully. "Other than that, who knows? Perhaps my fate has yet to be decided. The good news is that your husband seems to be on the way."
"If so, the bastard is late," Lillian retorted, causing Daisy and Evie to laugh.
: "All husbands are unfaithful in one way or another."
Lillian and Daisy glanced at each other with raised brows.
"Father isn't," Lillian replied smartly.
Mercedes responded with a laugh that sounded like crackling leaves being crushed underfoot. "Isn't he, dear? Perhaps he has stayed true to me physically" one can never be certain about these things. But his work has proved a more jealous and demanding mistress than a flesh-and-blood woman could ever be.
All his dreams are invested in that collection of buildings and employees and legalities that absorb him to the exclusion of all else. If my competition had been a mortal woman, I could have borne it easily, knowing that passion fades and beauty lasts but an instant. But his company will never fade or sicken, it will outlast us all. If you have a year of your husband's interest and affection, it will be more than I have ever had."

Hidden Currents

There's no room for him in your head, Elle. I'm there. I'll always be there and if he tries to come in I'll drive him out until you're strong enough to do it yourself. And there was never room for him in your heart because I was already there. He couldn't touch your soul. It belongs to you and no one else unless you decide to share.

I can't be anything but what I am, Elle. If you want a man who is going to treat you like a broken doll, you sure as hell come to the wrong place. And if you expect me to step aside and let you make decisions that are ultimately going to harm you, then baby, you definitely have the wrong man because I protect my woman. Right or wrong, politically correct or not, I stand in front of her when there's need.

Seducing an Angel

     One day you will learn that love does not always betray you. Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.