Maya Banks

“How do you maybe hit someone?” Michael drawled.“Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.”

“I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.”

“I'm getting the impression that women, in any form, scare you."He shrugged. "They're the more violent species. And unpredictable. I'd rather take on a wild boar. You can't shoot women.”

“Oh no. Hell no. I'm not asking Ma for one of her bras. That's just...wrong."... "Your woman. You do it."..." You go. We'll pay for your therapy later.”

“When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?”

“Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. - Faith”

“If you don’t stay away from her I’ll rearrange that pretty face of yours.- Simon”

“No. I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but I don’t regret it.- Toni”

“You'll call me Damon. I see no need for dramatic titles. I, on the other hand will call you beautiful, lover, mine. I'll call you mine." (Damon to Serena)”

“Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.”“You’re not?”

“I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.”

“It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.”

“Never be afraid to tell me anything,” he whispered against her hair. “No matter how ashamed you might feel. I’ll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.”

“She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears.She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip.“Stay,” he said in a choked voice. “Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.”

“Is there something wrong?” he asked.She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. “You could hold me now.”It was almost his undoing.“Ah baby.”

“Sometimes forgiveness is thehardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.”