“Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?”
“Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!”
“To God, without whom I would be but flesh without blood…lungs without breath…a body without life.”
“He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real." "Aye, I am real.”
“Are you all right?""Oh my god! I phased!""Are you all right?""Are you?""It was strange.""I can't believe I phased just then! That's never...it was totally your fault.""I like to think so, yes.""Tee hee.”
“I think I'm very complex. That's why I'm still writing after all of these years :)”