“It frightens me to be in a homogeneous environment. Plus, homogenity is boring. What can you learn from that kind of environment? Friction is interesting.”

“Am I doing what I really want to be doing? Absolutely not, yet I haven't ruled out that I'll get back into the mess. But after having my ass kicked day in and day out for ten years, it's about time that I have some life left in me.”

“MistakenMemories are all that I have to anchor me,Yet they’re often what leaves me unhinged,Falling from that could I thought was so safe.You came to a place, where – besides me –You were uninvited.Leaving, you promised me I could alwaysCount on you.I especially miss that.My kindred spirit,The one who promised to love me,Only to prove yourself a liar –Going from Prince CharmingTo the Big Bad Wolf,Truly thinking only of yourselfLeaving meWith empty promises, alone in the dark,Burnt from the initial sparkOf what I mistook for love,Making my memories a false refuge.(full poem)”

“So..."he whispered huskily in my ear, "we've discovered that you can arouse me." He demonstrated this fact by pressing harder against me, just in case I'd forgotten. "However, we don't know about you. And there is the small matter of Heka.”

“Arcadia,” Lon’s voice said from my phone. “Who is this?” I teased. “You can’t take my son on a date.” “I didn’t ask him. He asked me.” “He stole my cell and called without permission.” “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” A low growling noise came out of the phone.”

“You trusted me.''You drugged me!'He grinned. 'Yeah, I did.”

“Bring me somewhere newAway from this place;Its memories haunt meAnd I wish, longing to forget”