“Some things are worth the cost of their consequences.”

“Some things we need to talk about, but not here. I'll see you later, darling.""No you won't, nut muffin!”

“I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.”

“Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.”

“How old are you?" Isa gasped. Okay, so she hadn't gotten around to asking some things."One hundred and forty-three," Chance supplied, giving her a quick kiss. "But don't worry, darling. I don't feel a day over the century mark.”

“Bones leaned back, studying me. I felt so self-conscious. If only I had a shield of makeup, some perfectly arranged hair... and oh yeah. Some panties.”

“Just because some of us make a mistake in love once doesn't mean we're doomed to repeat it.”