“Why should I say ‘Tis too soon to seek for heaven and think of death’? A flower may fade before ‘Tis noon and I this day may lose my breath.”

“Where will I find you now that my heart is yours?Where should I search? I don’t know where to look.You fill my heart with desire and love,The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a dove.But then the dove flies far, far away,All that is left is a song for my harp strings to play.A voice in my memories like an angel of grace,Where can I find you? Do you know how I pray?Where will I find you now that my love belongs to you?Wherever your heart beats, I’m dreaming of you.Now and forever my love belongs to you…Now and forever my love belongs to you…”

“Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?”

“What the hell do you have on?”Emily looked down at her ensemble. “I have done something wrong, haven't I?”“Did Tinker put you up to this?”“Well, she said it was my manager uniform.”“You...you look like an oversexed librarian.”She blinked. “Is that a bad thing?”

“And tis' my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.”

“Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair,’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air,To walk every day in the path that we choose,Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.”

“Oh my God, you feel incredible." He breathed heavily against my ear. "Holy shit, I may never recover from this.”